...what did you want out of life? (Thinking about being close to turning 28, I'm sentimental.)
I wanted to live in a city, I wanted to have some kind of vague, cool job where I would get to have meetings with my boss over a glass of champagne, one where we'd laugh and gossip and work and watch the sun set. I wanted to buy fruit and cheese and wine at the market after dark, I wanted to climb stairs to go home at night.
So while I might not own the loft apartment yet, and I might not wear high heels everyday (thank goodness), some dreams do come true.
Ah, Monday morning. When it's important to remember the goodness of Thursday night. And, it turn out, its meetings!