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Are We Ever Truly Satisfied?

Are we ever really satisfied? It always seems like the closer we get to achieving success, greatness, or happiness, there is always more we’re looking to fulfill.

Maybe it’s because life was supposed to be a little easier than it has been for some of us. Weren’t we the generation that was going to have it all? Great jobs, 2.5 kids (what is it with that half kid – has anyone ever really understood that?), a house in the suburbs, lots of money and our best friends living right next door? I don’t know anyone in their late 20s or early 30s living that bundled fantasy right now, do you?

What I see today are friends struggling to have kids while MTV exploits pregnant 16-year-olds. Unemployment is through the roof (they’re not even hiring the unemployed anymore) and even when they tell you it’s getting better, it’s not, because who’s really getting ahead? And that house in the suburbs? It’s $16,000 in taxes and needs a complete makeover before you move in. Forget the beach house.

Yes, I sound like a cynic, I know. And I probably shouldn’t because I have a very, very lovely life. A life that I am thankful for each and every day. But I want something extraordinary, not just for me, but for everyone that surrounds me. I want those magnificent things we all deserve and have worked so hard for.  And while I don’t know exactly what those things might be right this second, I know it’s more than the hand some of us have been dealt.

So here’s to finding your satisfaction – whether it’s in your job, your quest for a new adventure, or even just to see those you love a little more. We all deserve it, so let’s figure out how to capture it and do it!

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City Mouse vs. Country Mouse

It’s been a beautiful weekend. It’s one of those weekends that reminds me of why I love living in Hoboken. I have the ability to do so many things in this little square mile of a town and the sun beating down on me makes everything just that much better.

I’m a city girl. I think I became that way because I grew up on a mountain where you had to drive everywhere. I endured snowstorms and bad weather which held me captive in my home for days, because, and rightfully so, my parents did not want to drive in torturous weather, nor could they. There were only chain restaurants to eat at and they were all at least 20+ minutes away. There weren’t many places to hang out as a kid and not much to explore, unless you really liked nature or had a license.

I finally landed a job after college and commuted to the city from my mountainous home which was hell. I couldn’t wait to move, just for the pure joy of a normal commute. I came to Hoboken in February 2002 and have never looked back.

I love that I can walk to eclectic restaurants and discover new food. And if I decide to drink too much, I can walk or take a cab home for $5. I can hop into the city in 15 minutes or less. I can do my food shopping across the street and if I forget something, I can run right back out and pick it up. Just this week, I had an interview in the city, came back, went for a run along the Hudson River, popped into the bar my girlfriends were hanging out at, grabbed a water to quench my thirst and got back home just in time to enjoy the nice weather with my man. What more could a girl want?

My husband on the other hand, he’s kind of a country guy. He’s been in Hoboken longer than I have, but when he came out of work on Friday, he complained about the city smog, longed to grill a steak in the backyard we don’t have and swing in his hammock connected to our non-existent trees. He wants a home, more space, a driveway. I understand and want some of those things too, but I don’t know that I am ready to give up some of my favorite things just yet. This weather certainly doesn’t help his case.

I know we’ll find our dream home when the time is right and I finally land a full-time gig. I will likely have a less-than-desirable commute again and the grocery store won’t be as convenient when I forget the lentils for the lentil soup. So until then, I will savor in all of Hoboken’s delights until my country mouse takes me out of the city. As long as I’m with him though, I know I’ll be OK!