I’ve spent the past week or so trying to figure out what to write. It’s hard to keep content up when nothing is really going on. It’s work, work and more work. To pay bills, bills and more bills. Whoever thought this was a good idea for a human being to become after childhood, was a jerk. I didn’t sign up for this adulthood nonsense. I didn’t have a choice. My parents had sex and my future was made that in 18-ish years it would be 40+ hours a week dealing with people I don’t like. Followed by endless people I really don’t like wanting the money I earned.
Thankfully nothing in the plans for Darla and I have changed much lately. Granted, our semi-near future is filled with way too many “if”s. Will we each find a place we can afford? Will we have to have a roommate in order to afford a place? Will I stay in this place (roommate required) or move into something else? Which one of us will have Isabel? Will she need to be registered as an emotional support pet? Worse, will we have to give her up? (certainly not wanting that option) The list goes on and on. Involving housing, jobs, dog, cars, living arrangements and more. So much of it can’t be determined this early.
We shall survive 🙂