Someday We’ll Make Smoothies
- Liz Buechele
- Dec 3, 2025
- 2 min read
If you didn’t live in commuting range, it was mandatory at my college—and with very few exceptions—to live on campus and have a meal plan throughout the duration of your studies. And while this isn’t a post shaming the food service workers at the school (some of kindest people who were always quick with a smile or a joke) we did, naturally, tire of the rigidity of requirement.
I have a clear, clear memory of talking with my roommate about what it would be like to live in our own apartments and go grocery shopping for our own fresh food. It occasionally veered into what we might make with our own kitchens but it always came back to smoothies.
Some day, we’ll make smoothies, we said. Some day, we’ll go to the store and get fresh fruit and all kinds of healthy, delicious smoothie materials. And we’ll make smoothies whenever we want.
This month marks ten years since we graduated. I have made and consumed many, many smoothies.
After almost every morning run, my tiny blender fills with frozen berries and fresh bananas. Vegan protein powder and cinnamon. Nut butter sometimes or flax seed or hemp hearts. Spinach if we have it. Soy or almond milk. Most mornings, I pour the purple or green or pink drink into a mug and sip it slowly through a reusable straw. Nowadays, I hardly give it a thought. It is simply my breakfast routine.
But once, I dreamt of smoothies.
Those days, smoothies and stocking my own fridge was as fun and independent as I could imagine. And while the takeaway on this may at first appear to be, dream a little bigger, darling, I can’t help but wonder if my lesson is one rooted rather in appreciation.
If ever I feel I’m not where I want to be, I only need look back and see how far I’ve come.
This makes me think about how many “someday” things are really just wanting control over your own little daily rhythms — not even the smoothie itself, but the choice. Ten years later, it’s wild how the dream becomes background noise until you pause and remember where it started. Side note, the way you talk about imagining future-you reminded me of messing with different hairstyle ai previews before a big haircut — same vibe of picturing a freer version of yourself, just in a smaller package.
The “I dreamt of smoothies” line hit me — it’s such a specific kind of early-adulthood longing, where the smallest choices feel like the biggest freedom. Funny how quickly it turns into muscle memory once you actually have your own kitchen. Also, the way you describe the colors made me think of how people chase cozy aesthetics online (I fell into a rabbit hole on this site recently), but your version feels more grounded — like the real joy is just having the option.
That shift from daydreaming about “someday” to doing it on autopilot is weirdly emotional — it’s like independence sneaks up on you. I had a similar thing with cooking after moving out, and I still laugh at how much brainpower I used to spend on tiny logistics (even stuff like this mEq to mg calculator when I was helping a friend with a class lab). The smoothie part really nails how routines can feel ordinary now but were once this huge symbol of freedom.
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