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I've never worked so much in my entire life. Not even when I was saving to move the first time. it just isn't worth it to me--it never has been. What's the point of making so much money if you don't have any free time to enjoy it and the people/things you love? It just makes me cranky. But I do have such an ambitious goal, and am also not about to stop going out and doing what I want due to lack of money. So, here I go, working 7 shifts a week, crazy exhausted.
The good news, though, is that Mikey and I opened our savings account last week, and we're moving in just over 4 months! We have $1,900 in it right now, and are saving 1,200 a month. It's going to be worth it when we get to Portland, I just know it. That's going to be more than enough money to get us all set up, and I want to have enough in the bank to furnish the house the way we want it, and also to maybe put a down payment on a car after we get jobs. I'm totally ready to have a car again, and I'm not going to buy something shitty that is going to either rust or break down somewhere in the fucking mountains. I want to be able to go camping, drive to Seattle, San Francisco for a visit sometimes, and next summer maybe Yellowstone.
Even though we're both working so much, stuff has been awesome. It's pretty wonderful to have someone that is really your partner, and not just a boyfriend. I've never experienced something like this in my whole life.
Friday we're going to see X, and I can't fucking wait. A friend that works at the Onion got us on the guest list, so we didn't have to pay that crazy $30/ticket shit. Next weeek is Mikey's birthday, and we're totally going to six flags, getting fucked up, and staying at a bed and breakfast.
Lately I've really been missing a handfull of people, though. It's weird to know that when I make new friends in Portland, they'll always be just that, "new friends". Like, no longer will I go to a party with people I've known for 7 years (well, except for you, Laurel. Phew. Thank goodness.). I guess it's all part of growing up and moving away from home, though. I'm still fucking glad I did it. I wouldn't trade this for anything.
The good news, though, is that Mikey and I opened our savings account last week, and we're moving in just over 4 months! We have $1,900 in it right now, and are saving 1,200 a month. It's going to be worth it when we get to Portland, I just know it. That's going to be more than enough money to get us all set up, and I want to have enough in the bank to furnish the house the way we want it, and also to maybe put a down payment on a car after we get jobs. I'm totally ready to have a car again, and I'm not going to buy something shitty that is going to either rust or break down somewhere in the fucking mountains. I want to be able to go camping, drive to Seattle, San Francisco for a visit sometimes, and next summer maybe Yellowstone.
Even though we're both working so much, stuff has been awesome. It's pretty wonderful to have someone that is really your partner, and not just a boyfriend. I've never experienced something like this in my whole life.
Friday we're going to see X, and I can't fucking wait. A friend that works at the Onion got us on the guest list, so we didn't have to pay that crazy $30/ticket shit. Next weeek is Mikey's birthday, and we're totally going to six flags, getting fucked up, and staying at a bed and breakfast.
Lately I've really been missing a handfull of people, though. It's weird to know that when I make new friends in Portland, they'll always be just that, "new friends". Like, no longer will I go to a party with people I've known for 7 years (well, except for you, Laurel. Phew. Thank goodness.). I guess it's all part of growing up and moving away from home, though. I'm still fucking glad I did it. I wouldn't trade this for anything.