In a little under 60 days, I have to move. (Nope, not a choice.) I’ve known this for a while now. But you’d never know that by looking at my bedroom, my savings account and my habits. I’ve been doing better about not spending a lot of money but a large part of that is probably the need to eat coupled with the loss of my food-stamps. (Apparently, $12 an hour, full-time is enough to live on in an area where the minimum needed to “live comfortably” is something like $108.1k a year. In case you suck at math: That’s almost 5x what I make.
I think the only reason I haven’t flat out lost my shit again over all this is Zoloft, though I also am not sleeping well thanks to said Zoloft. But the anxiety isn’t as bad as it was.
It looks like, E & I will be moving to Culpeper or the vicinity. That is a solid hour commute for me and 1.5 for him on a good day. Most day’s he’s look at 2 hours and mine will be 1.5 hours. I’m pretty much not going to have a life during the week. The upside is, out there we can get the space we need for all our stuff and Culpeper is pretty bitchin’.
It has a German restaurant hidden in a basement of another restaurant, and let me tell you….that sauerkraut was the best I have had since I was probably 8 and I used to get it made by the little German ladies at The Thrift Shop.
The nice thing is there is also a train station in the little town, so when E & I finally decide to go to New York we can just get the hell on a train. But again…a long commute. That’s 3-4 hours of my life everyday, shot to hell, because life won’t let me leave the DC Metro area. I really miss Birmingham, AL’s cost of living.
So I suppose E & I are destined to become “those” people, the hipsters escaping the city for a small town under a mountain. It’ll be fun.