How the bucket list is coming

15 Feb

I recently remembered that about a year ago, I wrote my bucket list out on my blog. Going back to it, I see that not only has it been more than a year, but I’ve crossed three (THREE!!) things off it in the past 12 or so months.

You can see the full post here, but this is what I’ve accomplished so far:

  • Watch a sunrise. How is it even possible that I’ve never seen one? — I say this may not count, but the beau swears it did; half of our North Carolina trip last year was on the coast, in Wilmington. So one day, we checked the time of the sunrise, set our alarm accordingly, and drove to the water. Unfortunately, it was cloudy, so I didn’t literally see the sun rise, but I was on the beach, about as far east in the U.S. as you can go, when it happened. So what the hell, let’s count it.

See? Sunrise!

  • Stick my tongue in someone’s cheek dimple. Strange, yes. But dimples are the sexiest body part on humans. When I was little, I used to walk around sucking my cheeks in, trying to create a pair. I failed, but I did discover a strong affinity for goldfish. — Also thanks to the beau (I swear, this guy is good for me), and really, this is a testament to his fondness for me: We had been dating a month, maybe not even that long, and we were smooching. Suddenly, I thought of my list and pulled away really quickly. I go, “Ohmigod, you’re going to help me with my bucket list! Smile!” He started to chuckle at me, and before he could ask what the heck I was talking about, I raped his dimple. I still do this sometimes. Thank you, Luv, for humoring me.
  • The Secret One. If you know we well enough that you’re comfy to ask what this is, go for it. Otherwise, I’m not posting it for the public. Sorry. — Check!

I ALMOST accomplished this one:

  • Go to Italy. This is a slightly different item on my bucket list because I don’t want to do this before I die; I want to do this before I’m 30. The idea of Italy in my 20s thrills me to my marrow. I imagine it would be different to go now versus when I’m 40. Not better, but different. This means if I can’t find anyone to go with before the summer I’m 29 ( 2012 — ooooh, ominous!), I’m finding one of those singles group things and going it solo, where I will proceed to drool over paintings and pasta. — A friend who had said she’d be up for it decided to go back to school instead, hugely cutting in on her free time to gallivant and eat prosciutto and tiramisu. I’m giving myself until Dec. 31, 2011, to find a replacement. If not? Dude, I’m booking that trip solo.

The one that moved from “might never happen” to “definitely never gonna happen”: visiting Egypt.

Have you accomplished anything off your bucket list in the last year?

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