Twelve years later, catching up slowly...
Today i got my Learners Permit. Yes, I know, I am in fact 28 years old. There were four people doing the test at once, and I was the oldest one. Also, the only one there without my parents. I feel old and outmoded. Still, I only have to keep it for three months, then I can go for my Ps. This year is crazy. Marriage, driving, saving for a mortgage, possibly changing my career. Crazy.
Saving for a house deposit is HARD. Matt and I are putting away $800 a fortnight as well as still paying rent and bills, and striving to maintain some sort of life which does not involve two minute noodles and staying home every night. Today I spent $20 on a paperback and now feel horribly guilty. It's going to be tricky to get enough for my celebrancy course fees together, and will leave me completely broke when I enrol. It's very hard hearing some of Matt's friends talk about money - they work in sales and IT and such, and worry about whether they should accept the overseas posting that will give them an income of US$120,000 per year. Meanwhile they're earning an amount that is still more than the combined income of my household and doing half as much work. I have become bitter and materialistic. I'm shocked at just how much I'm thinking about money these days. I used to think that as long as I can pay rent and have meat once a week and a few books evry now and then, it was all good. I hate to think what I'll be like with a mortgage.
Today I have off. Apart from my brief flush of victory at Vicroads this morning, I feel mostly quite meh, and a little bit fucktheworldanddiethanks. Jezebel died last night, and I have no money. Wah. Oh well. I used to live on something like three hundred dollars a fortnight. I'm sure I can manage it again. Just not when we have kids.
Jeez, brain, dont even go there...
Saving for a house deposit is HARD. Matt and I are putting away $800 a fortnight as well as still paying rent and bills, and striving to maintain some sort of life which does not involve two minute noodles and staying home every night. Today I spent $20 on a paperback and now feel horribly guilty. It's going to be tricky to get enough for my celebrancy course fees together, and will leave me completely broke when I enrol. It's very hard hearing some of Matt's friends talk about money - they work in sales and IT and such, and worry about whether they should accept the overseas posting that will give them an income of US$120,000 per year. Meanwhile they're earning an amount that is still more than the combined income of my household and doing half as much work. I have become bitter and materialistic. I'm shocked at just how much I'm thinking about money these days. I used to think that as long as I can pay rent and have meat once a week and a few books evry now and then, it was all good. I hate to think what I'll be like with a mortgage.
Today I have off. Apart from my brief flush of victory at Vicroads this morning, I feel mostly quite meh, and a little bit fucktheworldanddiethanks. Jezebel died last night, and I have no money. Wah. Oh well. I used to live on something like three hundred dollars a fortnight. I'm sure I can manage it again. Just not when we have kids.
Jeez, brain, dont even go there...