Post-Grad Poem

I'm coming up on the one year mark since I graduated from college. During that time I wrote this poem:

Cannot Tell a Lie

Now that I’ve graduated, all my mother’s friends ask me what I want in life, and I tell them. I want a kitten.  I want to get older and improve my Spanish. I want a wooden rocking chair and a porch, and I want to cut back on caffeine.  I want to write all day with fine-point blue pens, and meet men between the ages of twenty-six and thirty-two.  I want to be sure of myself for more than a day at a time and master Mediterranean cuisine. I want to live in France, on a farm. I want to build credit and raise goats.

So, how have I done? 

-Kitten: nein. 

-Older: yes. 

-Improve Spanish: thought about it. 

-Wooden rocking chair/porch: Nope. Crap.

-Cut back on caffeine: YES! I went from 4-5 cups of coffee a day to 1 (maaaybe 2).

-Blue pens all day: Not all day. But I have blue pens. 

-Meeting men 26-32: Check. 

-Self-esteem: Doing pretty good on that one. 

-Mediterranean cuisine: Thanks to an awesome Mediterranean cookbook gifted to me by a dear friend, I have certainly expanded my knowledge and abilities. Wouldn't call it mastery, but its improvement. 

-France; farm: no, and this saddens me a little. 

-Build credit: I'm scared of money that I don't have. 

-Raise goats: Logistically problematic at this point in my life.

I got five of them down. That's pretty good, right? I mean, I have the rest of my life to get a rocking chair, and a chair, and a kitten, and a goat, and a France...