The new year came in a glorious weekend. Rain, wonderful food, shooting, old movies [Young Frankenstein and Underworld], laughter, love, philosophical ramblings, you name it: i was happy and content beyond measuring.
Which is good, since today i realised that i can't afford my life. most people give up things at the new year, but i've already done a lot of leaning in my life: i've given up the house, smoking, drinking, my dog; i've canceled subscriptions and cut back on nearly everything. Now i'm at the point where i'm thinking of giving up everything else, which means the cell phone goes first (it's super expensive compared to everything else), especially since i can't use it much when i'm not at work without incurring huge roaming expenses, and text messaging is out altogether. Unfortunately, there isn't a library in the town i now live in, so i'm without any net connection as well. ah well, such is the price of being independent.
there are a lot of upsides to this and i'm liking them: carpooling, thinking more creatively about food and utilities, the whole ball of wax that is my life. somewhere i have a copy of the book The Number and i'm thinking it's about time to get it out. At this rate, my number might be very small, or i might be ignoring it to the point of getting it way out of hand; i have no sense of things anymore. I do know that more than any other goal i would like to have an emergency fund. I'm not very good at these sorts of things, so i've set up a savings account at the credit union where i can just put money in and forget about it. it doesn't have to be a lot, it just has to be forgotten, you know?
it's a year to find out how little i need and what i can do with the rest of it. did i mention how many books i have yet to read that i already own?
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