I found it inconceivable to focus on my personal issues this morning. I was trying to get in some last-minute pool time before I return to the frigid north that is my current home, but I didn’t want to miss the big day. So Michael FaceTimed me and I watched the Inaugural Ceremony on his monitor without having to leave my temporary outdoor perch.
The new administration looked so regal, sane, and competent, (what a switch!) and I’m sure millions of people around the world are breathing a sigh of relief that the official reign of an unhinged narcissist is finally over. Lady Gaga performed. JLo sang. Kamala smiled. Biden spoke. And then I was back to my own mishegas.
I don’t have a job and my house is on the market. No clue what happens next and no idea when either of those dominoes fall or in what order. I’m flying home and that in and of itself is scary. My son is heading back for his last semester at school. (Holy shit.) I’m going to miss both of my parents and I’m not sure when I’ll return to the Sunshine State. If I could throw enough money at my problems, most of them would instantly disappear. (I know this makes me very lucky.)
Who’s going to win the Powerball tonight?
So I dare to dream…I could win the Powerball jackpot tonight! I have ten whole dollars riding on the outcome. And if I do, I can keep my NYC digs AND buy a great place in Florida. (Okay, I’d also want a small house out east for the summer months and possibly a flat in Paris.) I could write for fun and I wouldn’t have to stress about looking for a job. I’d be able to help my son start his fashion design business of creating high end hoodies and casual clothes for his generation. I would definitely donate to charity and take care of my family and friends. I would travel with Michael to all the places we’ve talked about visiting together while we quarantined in my living room on Barney, my big purple couch. We’d visit St. Tropez, The Amalfi Coast, St. Barts, Scottsdale, Denver, and Africa.
What I wouldn’t do is buy a fancy car or a whole lot of stuff. (I’m pretty happy with my seven-year-old Honda and have plenty of extra everything, especially shoes.) I think I’ve outgrown the wanting stuff phase of my adulthood. Now I’d just like to spend quality time with the people I love, plan amazing travel adventures, enjoy the arts, appreciate the view, and of course eat spectacular food. So my fingers are crossed that I’m holding the golden ticket. (Don’t worry. I haven’t started packing for St. Tropez just yet. But a girl can dream!)
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