Hi, my name’s Hannah and I have first world problems.
The reality of my situation truly struck me last fall when my computer was stolen. My darling, tiny, perfectly delicate, new, purchased for a steal, Macbook air. Was stolen. From my bag. Anyway, after curling up in the fetal position and crying for a while, I did what anyone who suffers from first world problems would do: I vented via facebook. Because yes, the stolen computer was my school computer (all papers GONE), but I did indeed have another computer that stays at home. Therefore I could mourn the loss of one technological appendage on another. First world problem.
I tricked James and Susannah into running the Cherry Blossom 10 Miler with me in April. This means that we have been doing delightful training runs around the city. At least I find them delightful, Susannah enjoys them, and James hates them. I tried to explain that if he would focus on something other than how much he hates running, he might enjoy it more. However, after some of the longer runs, my knees are hurting. Yes, I did get new special running shoes over break, but I have yet to get my special insoles to minimize impact. I realize that supposedly we could all run barefoot for hundreds of miles if we all concentrated enough and stuff, but I love my special insoles. First world problem.
I have this reoccurring dream where all my teeth fall out. Usually one is loose and I go to touch it and the whole set just crumbles into my hand, leaving me gummy. My personal theory was that this dream stemmed from a very real potential reality, given my home state of Kentucky. Yet, when I discussed this dream with my colleagues in the office this morning, we discovered that teeth-losing dreams can signify insecurity in physical appearance, need for control, stress over money, premonitions of death, or fear of what others think. I could easily see all of these. Yet I think what actually prompted it in this case was the fact that the night before, as I was brushing my teeth, the battery died in my electric toothbrush. One minute I was calmly resting as my teeth received a good brushing, and the next I was actually having to move my hand in rapid circles. First world problem.
We officially have the worst internet in the world. Ok, in the first world. It took Sarah and I approximately an hour to load the last 15 minutes of the finale of Downton Abbey, which meant that we waited even longer than the eternity the rest of the world endured in getting Mary and Matthew together. I mean, I realize that wifi signals go to space and come back down in our computers, but sometimes I just want to call Verizon and ask them to turn the internet up, like there is some giant knob somewhere that is currently set at LOW that could just be turned to HIGH. First world problem.
And yet, all these problems do not eclipse the fact that on a regular basis, I marvel at how blessed, how truly blessed, I am with the life I have.
Coming soon… my favorite First World Products.
I am dying of laughter over here. I love you Hannah Stone.
Cracking UP at the teeth dreams. I used to have those all the time (and pretty much just guaranteed myself having that dream tonight). Absolutely the worst dreams ever! 🙂
I always have to get up and touch all my teeth to make sure it was just a dream. And then, the whole day afterwards, I feel like they are wiggling.
I wish Josh and I were going to end up living closer to you! Haha. I think I’m going to like you. -April
You all are ALWAYS welcome in DC for a visit! Can’t wait to meet you at your wedding! : )
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I know that this is an old post, but I loved it! Especially your dream about teeth. I used to have dreams like that for years.