What do you think your life will look like when you’re 32?
17-year-old Jaime: I’ll be writing for an entertainment magazine, married with kids and living in a cute house with a lemon tree in the backyard.
22-year-old Jaime: I’ll be writing for an entertainment website. Married with a little kid and living in a house in the suburbs. Manicured lawn, cute dog and a uniform of capri pants and flip-flops. I basically want to be Sports Guy…but less sports and more 90210. Cheer up, Brando! How about a Mega Burger?
27-year-old Jaime: Hopefully, I’ll be living in L.A and I’ll either be seriously thinking about kids or I’ll already have one. Cute little bungalow and maybe a dog. Hopefully writing for a living or working in the entertainment industry.
I’m moving to a tiny apartment in a historical neighborhood. It has Spanish tile floors, it’s close to downtown and I’m going fill it with glitter, books and pictures of musicians. I’m going to learn how to cook malai kofta there and I’m going to spend sunny Sunday afternoons on the back patio, drinking blackberry gin fizz and listening to Big Star.
This morning, I sent a text message to my boyfriend telling him I like him because he’s like Elliot Ness from The Untouchables – smart, brave, upstanding and a total fucking bad-ass.
I don’t have kids or a dog but a lot of my friends have either or both. That means 100% cuddle time and 25% cleaning up bodily fluids time (25% because I’m not a monster. If your kid needs a diaper change, I got you covered. Seriously. Pour another glass of wine, dude).
In addition to doing other things, I do write for a living. And even though I make zero dollars doing so, I write about music and love every moment of it.
Obviously, my life didn’t turn out the way I thought it would.
But, does anyone’s?
The past year has been the happiest of my life and like all good things, I am wild and free.
But also responsible as fuck as I have a good credit score, pay all my bills on time, take vitamins and know better than to drink cheap gin (again, not a monster).
My thirties have been really great so far and I’m excited to see what this next year will bring, so here’s to 32 – adventures, kisses, great meals, icy cocktails, cute dogs and lovelovelove all punctuated by live music.
It ain’t no sin to be glad you’re alive and I’m more than glad.
I am over-fucking-joyed.