I told myself that on my 35th birthday (or 40th) I wish to fly business class to New York and stay in a 5 star hotel, preferably within the upper east side.
I want to feel rich, posh and glamorous.
Then it occurred to me that before I quit my job and got married, that was how I travelled for work. I always flew business class via Singapore Airlines and I always stayed in nice hotels.
I felt a pang of sadness at how my life changed so significantly.
Nowadays I mostly wear pambahay and I spend my past time doing my laundry.
My husband got me an Hermes bag for my birthday. I am truly grateful. Then, I realized I don't have anywhere to go.
So the bag now slumbers like Sleeping Beauty in my cabinet.
Perhaps, I'll wake her up and bring her with me when I go to New York, some time in the near future.
How about you, any fantasies?