Big Money! No Whammies! Stop!
I was thinking about something on lunch with Rockwell today that struck an odd chord with me. I realized that I am making the same amount of money I was when I lived in my one bedroom apartment and paying $750 a month plus an electric bill and about eight credit cards, a car payment, insurance and gasoline expenses.
How is it that I now only have one credit card, cable TV, minor travel expenses and I am still unable to afford a one bedroom apartment?
Was it because I was barely getting by before? I was also dating before which costs a lot of money in and of itself.
What is different now? Am I different? Have my sensibilities changed and my priorities shifted?
The idea of moving out is putting me in a literal panic over finances; which is partially why I see ’happiness’ as secondary. Is this some sign of maturity or a fear that has grown from experience?
Though I do remember one reason I’ve longed to move out of here. The dryers don’t dry and there is always at least one or two of the eight machines down there broken. So you either have to double up loads to wash or pay twice as much to dry.
Maybe seeing some places tomorrow will motivate me a bit more. I guess I am tired of just ’getting by’. My head was throbbing the whole way home. Not really a headache but a culmination of stresses I have allowed to get to me. It’s only going on 8:00 on a Friday night, but I think I’ll be going to bed shortly. There seems little point to staying awake when I could rest, get up early and clean this dump a little.
How is it that I now only have one credit card, cable TV, minor travel expenses and I am still unable to afford a one bedroom apartment?
Was it because I was barely getting by before? I was also dating before which costs a lot of money in and of itself.
What is different now? Am I different? Have my sensibilities changed and my priorities shifted?
The idea of moving out is putting me in a literal panic over finances; which is partially why I see ’happiness’ as secondary. Is this some sign of maturity or a fear that has grown from experience?
Though I do remember one reason I’ve longed to move out of here. The dryers don’t dry and there is always at least one or two of the eight machines down there broken. So you either have to double up loads to wash or pay twice as much to dry.
Maybe seeing some places tomorrow will motivate me a bit more. I guess I am tired of just ’getting by’. My head was throbbing the whole way home. Not really a headache but a culmination of stresses I have allowed to get to me. It’s only going on 8:00 on a Friday night, but I think I’ll be going to bed shortly. There seems little point to staying awake when I could rest, get up early and clean this dump a little.