I've been working hard at this new job. I often feel at sea. Sometimes I like it, sometimes I hate it. Sometimes I wish I could lie around at home and do nothing. It is not yet a habit, the way my job in New York had become. It's work. Sometimes it's fun, and I expect (hope) it will become even more fun as I get my feet under me, but right now, it's work.
My sweetie and I spent a huge amount of money in Italy, and so we are trying to be good. It's hard to be good. We were used to a carefree, high-living, high spending life in New York. I mean, we were never huge spenders, but we didn't worry about money. Now, we worry about money. A friend of mine recently sent me the menu of an extremely fancy meal he recently ate, and my major reactions were: I used to have meals like that and I can't afford meals like that. If my sweetie and I blow $60 on dinner for two we feel guilty.
Then, this weekend, we bought a house. This is wildly exciting, and I will do an excited, squeeing post later (with pictures), but this has turned our worry about money into full-fledged panic. Don't worry--we can afford the house, but....it's a lot of money! And, though I owned a condo in New York, owning a house is a whole different animal. There's the sewer line, and the yard, and the roof, and the pipes, and the electrical systems to worry about. There's the water heater, and the furnace. Every one of these things either needs work or needs to be monitored until such time as it will need work. And that means even more money!
So, now I have a job that is work (and pays less than I'd like), I worry about gas prices and the cost of groceries, we're about to assume a mortgage and a house, and we're thinking kids, maybe in the next year or so. Heck, we bought the house because of its yard and its sidewalks and the fact that it's around the corner from one of Seattle's top-rated elementary schools, so we've just committed a heck of a lot of money to the just the idea of kids.
I miss my carefree single days! I got married and life became, well, difficult. I know it's what I want, I love my sweetie, I'm excited to be doing all these new things, but....but geez, I think I wasn't ready to grow up just yet.....