I often like to pretend there’s an alternate reality where I never went on Remote Year. I never saw the Instagram ad, or thought it was a hoax, or maybe even applied and was rejected. It allows for good perspective when I imagine what Alternate Casey would be up to right now, right this very minute. Sometimes it’s easy, routine, like a Monday morning where I’d be driving to work instead of walking along a lake in Vietnam, dodging motorbikes. It’s especially easy watching videos of my friends’ weekends, Oh for Halloween I’d be in Hoboken in a last-minute costume dancing like a fool and probably drinking too much vodka, as opposed to being at Dracula’s castle in Romania in a last-minute costume dancing like a fool and definitely drinking too much vodka.
I thought about Alternate Casey today, as I make birthday plans (or rather, my best bud Josh makes our joint birthday plans, and I am just a pain in the ass). What would she be doing on her 30th birthday? How would she be feeling?
I came up with a few likely scenarios. One, she would be in Pennsylvania, at work at my old job, getting ‘surprised’ with cake (but more likely fruit salad) in the mail room by my amazing team, and receiving a singing birthday call from my Nana and Granddad. I’ve had that birthday before, and it was very pleasant, and I’d end up getting dinner with some friends and going home to my cold apartment (heat turns on in January) to snuggle my cat. Not exactly the stuff of birthday legend, though I miss that cat fiercely. Alternate Casey might be feeling mildly content but probably a little lonely, probably with a suspicion that something is missing.
Another scenario would be what I’ve threatened to do for years: drag my best girlfriends out to Las Vegas for a blowout. The reality is that Vegas, while still one of my fave cities (true), is cold in December and the pools are closed, so it’s not an ideal time to visit. So I imagine I’d have a handful of quite chilly drop-dead-gorgeous ladies in tow, walking the strip in impractical heels. This would make for some funny stories, but perhaps would not be the most fulfilling birthday. PSA to those girlfriends: my hypothetical bachelorette party IS happening in Vegas. You have years to plan for this – no excuses.
But if I’m honest, Alternate Casey is probably about to celebrate her birthday with Mom and Dad, and maybe Austin, Tori, and Erin. The Carr-Jones family. With beef burgundy, some really nice cabernet sauvignon, an apple crumble pie for dessert, and a heartfelt rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’ on a call with my grandparents. This is probably one of the only times I would like to temporarily swap places with Alternate Casey, just for the day.
Just for the day. Because truly, the real me is more comfortable with turning 30 than I ever thought I would be. No house, no kids, freelancing and entrepreneuring (yes I’m making that a word) instead of a full time job, living out of a suitcase and thoroughly depending on a group of people I met only 6 months ago. Not exactly a scenario I ever had in mind, but it appears to be exactly what would cure me of the keeping up with the Joneses blues. I’m half Jones, so how’s about you try keeping up with me??
P.S. The best part is, no matter where I am on December 1st, I can count on Nana and Granddad to call and sing.