Several years ago my mother called me a Yuppy. I remember being offended thinking of the sterotypical Yuppy of the 80s, the young hot shots in their designer suits and serious faces in stark contrast to their day glow wearing or punk rocker counterparts. So what if some of my best friends own a sailboat?!?
Websters Dictionary defines a Yuppy as: noun. a young, ambitious, and well-educated city-dweller who has a professional career and an affluent lifestyle.
Uh oh friends...looks like we've become Yuppies, but I am not complaining one bit.
As a matter of fact I am quite pleased with my Yuppy lifestyle because I know that it has come with blood, sweat and tears. I've worked for it!
I enjoy sitting on the porch of my house in downtown Denver drinking local brews with my yuppy friends. And now when I go sailing with my friends, fly off somewhere for the weekend, sit in my season ticket holding friend's seats, I embrace the judgement that may befall me.
I laugh about it sometimes too. Just this weekend as I pulled up to a 5 star hotel that I was visiting for a work event and the valets and bell hops greeted me by name and carried my over packed suitcase and garment bags to my suite, I thought back to a few weeks ago when I was checking into a tiny mosquito infested bungalow with no a/c, no hot shower and lizards that ran in under the door. At that time, I was carrying everything I had needed for a 3 week trip in a small day pack. Was I a yuppy then?!?
Either way, I know people like to label and I love to shatter labels. I love the look of shock when people learn something new about me when they thought they had me pegged. So I will continue to embrace this lifestyle, my lifestyle, whatever you decide to label it.
Thinking about you checking in to a 5 star hotel reminds me of the time in Dallas, before you were a yuppy (or perhaps you WERE one and just didn't quite know it yet) when I got you at the airport. You were just starting to travel for work then. After I picked you up, we then made a trek to a department store where I had to spend about $200 on makeup to replace my "forgotten" makeup bag, which I then later found down in the suitcase AFTER we opened up and played with all the new makeup I bought.
ReplyDeleteYou've come a long way, yuppy! Glad we're still in touch :)