My mind was too lucid. I was having ideas. All of my worries about the coming months were assembling into a shape in my mind, one by one, stacking according to my priorities in life.
I'd like to think that I'm an adult by now. My health insurance situation, my all-but-dissertation status, and my salary might not suggest that is the case. But I have values (family, love, hard work, truth, beauty), right? At least I know what I want out of life.
But before I claim all of that, I need a roof over my head. Tomorrow morning, I'm going to Chicago to check out seven apartments. Seven, they say, is a magical number. Each moment of hopefulness is matched by one of trepidation... What am I doing? I just gave my notice at work and I don't have another job lined up. In a recession.
Don't worry. I have a plan, and it started last night. Two and two added up to four. What I need is a budget, but something different than the typical... this one will be conceptual, with levels of spending to match levels of income.
It's really a behavior budget as much as a money budget.
Click on the budget page to see the plan. Over the coming 6 months, I'll let you know how it goes. The job search, the apartment search, and how to manage life and love on a budget.
My mother's locket (my most powerful good luck charm) is around my neck. I think I need to wear it for the next two weeks, if not the next two years.
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