Moving weekend is looming, how wonderful. TGIF does not have quite the same ring this week for me, more like “Oh Dreadful, it’s Friday.” I stuffed another two boxes before work this morning but the remainder still daunts me.
With the Independence Day celebration of next weekend approaching, I am debating hosting a party at M’s parents’ house where we will be staying while they travel to Europe. An outside barbeque with perhaps a fruit filled dessert served with whipped cream sounds heavenly to me. But inviting and hosting guests leaves my introvert self in a tremble. Thinking…
I did see this wonderful advert today, poking fun at the Americans for their holiday, while also mocking the British. I just love how it alludes to some norms of this country that I always rail to M about – outrageously priced healthcare, outspokenness and silly sports jargon.
Here it is for your viewing pleasure –
On a more philosophical branch, I like to think that the pursuit of experiences over that of material goods is more worthy and admirable. Truth be told, my daydreams tend to center on travel experiences; surrounded by a plethora of material goods that my daydream self can afford to buy herself.
But this ambitious forecast of life in 2030 and how brands will have changed their offerings and people’s appreciation of those offerings did strike a cord. Who knows, this could be the first trigger for my grand business idea that births an empire. That makes me rich. To buy all the material things I could want – of course.
Read it here –