Chasing Pavements

As I watch Adele singing live on TV, I simultaneously read an article in Marie Claire titled "Single Girl Revolution." According to the article, we are living through the invention of independent female adulthood.
Hmmm.
"Should I give up, or should I just keep chasing pavements." Even if it leads nowhere? I say no. Not if it leads nowhere.
Apparently, I, along with 17 million other women, are living life sans husband. Navigating this crazy terrain without a partner. And just think, 50 years ago, a woman needed a man's signature to open a bank account. Really?
This is not to say we are alone. Hardly. Supportive network of friends. Check. Family. Love them. Fulfilling career. Sure.
The other day I was having a pity party for myself and the fact that I am not in a serious relationship (there is a guy, but that's for another blog--or ten). Friend says to me, "but if you met someone here, you'd stay and give up your dream of going back to school for your phD." Hmmmm. She went on to say that these aren't me "people." Which is not to say I think I am better than anyone around here. Don't get me wrong, my hometown has a lot of wonderful characteristics, but being single in this town is not common. It's small-town mentality and narrow mindedness at its finest. Getting out will be the best thing I do, and Friend remind me that in the types of cities I am looking at, I will find an equal.
So I think I'll just keep on chasing pavements. Bigger, more crowded ones.
Adele was 19 and full of angst on her first album. 21 and full of even more on her second. I thank her for amazing music and songs to sing along with.
I let it fall, my heart, and as it fell, you rose to claim it.