Delayed, but not denied

I wrote a couple of days ago about getting ready to move to the city. Since then, I’ve viewed apartments, and actually saw something that was billed as a “two room studio” that was bigger than some of my friends’ one bedroom apartments. It was where I wanted to be and the price was really reasonable (for Manhattan). So I feel good about that.

But I was looking over my expenses and realized that while I could afford an apartment now, it would be smarter to unload my consumer debt while I have fewer fixed monthly costs. To that end, I’ve already paid off a couple of accounts I could have zeroed out earlier, and have set myself to do better about paying off my remaining bills. It’s kind of scary when I look at how much money I make per year, and realize how little I have to show for it, aside from clothes, shoes, and yarn.

My mother, of course, is thrilled, because that means that I’ll be in the immediate area longer, and that gives her more time to try to convince me that living in New Jersey is the way to go. My father, who I thought was on my side or just didn’t care, seems to have sided with her, as had my aunt. Traitors.