Aug 05, 2008 19:00
I'm stressed. Adam's stressed.
Go to hell, the following: apartments, day time classes for FSC meaning no real good paying job for me, and well, jobs in general that aren't on the market or only pay minimun wage. That's just not enough.
If I just pull out some extra money in loans, that should be okay for Adam and I. I just want a supportive job, something I can be recognized in, something with reasonable hours and decent pay. I want Adam and I not to stress out about finding a good, decent, reasonably priced place to live. I want us to enjoy dinners out and movies at the theater without thinking about how much it costs. I get that this is a part of growing up and starting a life together and blah, blah, blah, but when I look at other people, couples, whatever, no matter what age, they're always struggling too.
Not that we're struggling just yet. But I feel that impending doom on the horizon and I worry that soon we're not going to be able to just walk around and find a better way out.
If only I were a medical person or construction worker.