While having lunch yesterday after we exhausted movies, shopping, food, conversation drifted towards vacations, places we’d like to visit and/or move to.
The Polish girl[PG] : My boyfriend loves to live in the city. He wants to move to NYC, or Boston or you know any place where we can live in 20 storey flats and see the lights from above.
Me: That’s so me. I am getting tired of all this driving and greenery. If I had my way I’d just pick up the bag and move to New York! I grew up in the city, that’s where I’d like to be.
PG: Yes, me too. I’ve lived all my life in the city in Poland, so now I like the fresh air and flatlands. I want to move to Colorado. It’s beautiful there.
Me: Colorado? What’s with Colorado? My husband’s threatening to move there every few weeks. He hasn’t viisted it but he seems to have gotten a fancy for it just reading about it!
PG: R, can we exchange our men? My boyfriend and you can go live in a flat in NYC, while your husband and I can go skiing and live in Colorado.
NYC or Colorado, no way am I bartering the serious guy I share bed with. PG can ski all she wants alone. Though there’s a lil imp in me wondering how her boyfriend looks, as she is quite the hot bod herself.
O well, we all make sacrifices, me for suburbian quietude he loves and I abhor and he for the cellulite I hate and he ignores.