I was chatting with a college friend last night on the phone.
She’s not married (yet!).
No kids (yet!).
Lives in NYC.
Works in the fashion industry and gets some AWESOME designer duds for free (or at least a very good discount!) once in awhile.
Lives in a beautiful high rise with a gym and pool in the building.
Oh - and doorman…
Dines out every night (or at least orders in!).
Actually reads the NY Times.
Takes a cab to work.
And if she works late - gets a car service.
She sleeps late on weekends and workouts every night.
I almost have to repeat that just to make it sink in - she sleeps LATE on weekend and workouts EVERY night…
OH MY GOD - THIS WAS ME BEFORE KIDS!
As my friend and I were chatting and she was getting “beeps” while we were talking about where people were meeting up that night… and she was putting on makeup while she was talking to me and trying to figure out what to wear…
I was being interrupted by a little man upstairs screaming “MOMMY - I’m wet!”… I had 2 storage containers in my living room as I sorted through maternity clothes… and I kept noticing while I was on the phone that my feet kept sticking to the ground in certain spots (hmmm… grape juice!?).
It’s so funny that the “old” me is gone. Believe me, I’m still the lip-singing in the car… make me laugh so hard I WILL pee… can imitate people fairly well… definitely still care about what I wear and what kind of bag I carry…
But the “old” me? Even though I’m 29 years old… she’s gone. She used to live in NYC, working for Donna Karan, without kids. She used to take cars to work and run sample sales and workout every night. She used to do sushi and order in pizza or Thai food. She used to go to Starbucks every morning for a large coffee and cinnamon scone. She used to read Vogue and Bride Magazine. She used to live in a high rise building and have an apartment which overlooked 58th street and Columbus Circle.
But me “now” ... well, it’s a new version of me!
I’m still the same “old” Audrey, but, like I know now… just a luckier one!