Missing Something

Have you ever sat down and asked yourself: How did I get here and did I make the right choice?

I sign into my Facebook page multiple times a day and every time, I am bombarded with status updates from my more than 300 “friends” of what they are doing with their lives. Quite a few of them have recently or are currently living in New York City (from which I hail) and seemingly living the life.

I click through people’s photos from parties and good times in Vegas, wild times in New Orleans, camel riding in Africa, travel in Europe… you get the point. I don’t feel jealous when I see these pictures because I have been many places and seen/done many things. No, it’s not jealousy… I’m not sure what to call it.

Can I call it “I wish I was there” syndrome? I love my life. Love it! My husband, my reflux-ridden daughter and our constantly-shedding dog. I wouldn’t trade any of this for anything. When I get to listen to my daughter “talking” away in the backseat of the car while playing with her toys, I am in heaven. When my husband gets up at 4 a.m. to shush my daughter after I’ve given it all I had, I know that I am lucky… but there is still a part of me that wishes I was there. And not just me, but my husband as well. So maybe, I wish we were there.

We would LOVE to go to Vegas, but who goes to Vegas with a 7-month old? Not us, that’s for sure. I want to go to the Vegas night clubs, drink like I’m still in college, play on the slot machines and then go back the hotel with my husband and… you know, I want to have a good time! We would DIE to go to Hawaii, but again, our daughter can’t even walk yet, so there won’t be much we can do without pushing a stroller around. It will be like every day life, but in a really, pretty, expensive place. We don’t have the heart to leave her with some random hotel babysitter, so we haven’t gone yet.

My Facebook pictures? Filled with joyous smiles, baby food covered faces and diaper covered bottoms. You know what? I wouldn’t trade it for the world. And maybe, some of my “friends” wish they were here- or not.

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