Wow, I’m finally back home.
After a 2 ½ hour flight from Boston to Charlotte, then a car ride from Charlotte to Columbia SC I’m finally home! I love walking into my apt and smelling the paint of my walls. There’s nothing else better than being home.
Now, it’s back to the daily grind, as I’m at work now, going through 268 work emails, I decided to take a moment to reminisce.
Last week I saw my best bud’s 11 month year old son Marco, as I was holding him I was thinking about my own life. I love kids, and usually kids would gather around me, like bugs around a bright halogen light, but when I was cradling him in my arms, my biological clock started to tick.
I’m about to turn 27 this December, and I’ve accomplished a lot for myself. I traveled half of the world, climbed the corporate ladder in four years, owned some real estate properties, started a dying clothing business, but I haven’t found love….
I’m going to be honest… I’ve put my career before my social life like most of us workaholics do. When I was younger I would put love before work, but when love took advantage of me, I chose work over love and never looked back.
My father keeps asking me if I’m going to start a family soon, both of my younger siblings have been in long relationships, and one is engaged, but I haven’t even been actively seeking, my sister told me to try eharmony.com, I told her I’d rather try ebay.
Is my biological clock ticking on me? Tick Tock, Tick Tock.
