I suppose at some point or another, we all wonder what it would be like to live in someone else's shoes. Or at least wonder what their life is REALLY like because sometimes the grass just looks greener over there.
My single soon to be 29 year old brother called me up yesterday just to say hi. He's really the only one in my whole family that ever just calls to say hi.
Anyway, he just got his own place. No more roommates, he lives by himself. I have NEVER lived by myself. I lived at home with my family (obviously), went away to college and had 5 roommates in a two bedroom apartment, then got married and had a bunch of lovably cute, but stinky, noisy, mess makers.
Now I'm not saying I would want to switch places or anything and I know my brother would love to come home to a messy house filled with screaming kids, but, what would that be like to have your own place that you would probably only have to clean once a week! I couldn't even imagine.
I never grew up with pets. Maybe that's why I have no real desire to have any. I am told quite often by people out walking their dogs, as my kids run over and beg to pet it, that I should get one. And I just think, ya right! I have enough little things that stink and slobber and make messes, I don't need one that has fur!
(I'm sure I just got crossed off some people's Christmas card list)
Maybe if I lived on 10 acres and didn't have to clean up after it........ maybe. A puppy or kitten might be fun.
So I have to wonder, do people find it fulfilling or fun to look over and see a little animal face watching them from their bed? I suppose they must, that's why they get them. Kind of like in the movies where the faithful pet keeps a vigilant watch over it owner, right? (Sorry, I never watched "Marley and Me")
So, is this what its like?