AKA "The Hungry Years."
Now, my life, lest this e-mail indicate otherwise, is just fine. I make enough to lead a happy existence. I can afford to travel (well, small weekend trips). I am not lacking in clothes. I eat well.
I also am spending far too much on rent.
I am living in an apartment that is the same quality of my parents' house. Well, it's close enough, an apartment of the same quality would likely take up my ENTIRE monthly income, rather than nearly half of it, but still, I am living in the manner to which I have become accustomed.
And I can't do that anymore.
My parents worked themselves up from the bottom, from military housing to a four bedrooom with three bathrooms and a pond in the back.
Luckily, I won't have to start as far down as they did, with just a couple of pennies to rub together, but I still need to accept that I'm just starting out.
It's funny, I can phathom that when I get married, I'll have to start fresh with my husband. I can imagine us in a not-so-perfect neighborhood, trying to save up for our own house. But when it's just me? Oh, I'd like the nice place with the fitness room and the gourmet appliances, thank you very much.
And that's what I've had for the last year, and now it's time to reorganize my priorities, to decide whether a fitness room is more valuable than putting money away for the future (not to say I've neglected this entirely, but, well, food and electricity are expensive...).
So, I have officially begun the Sarah process of thinking about the possibility of moving.
Here are somethings I've decided.
1) I don't want to become a roommate in an already existing roommate situation.
2) The cat will continue to live with me.
3) In-house laundry is a must.
4) I may be willing to get a multi-bedroom place and THEN find roommates - that way it's my furniture, my cat, my rules :).
5) I really do enjoy living on my own, but prioirities must be evaluated.
This will be a months-long (or at least weeks-long) process and depends on several factors beyond my control, but the process has begun and I am embracing the "hungry years."