Ugh

I've really been very happy lately, none of that depression that seemed to take up most of last year, AND I've been listening to lots of Mika, so how can you feel sad then?

But then, there's all this money shit. Ugh. When we went house hunting and buying, we were all, "we are not purchasing a fixer-upper, no way!" because we saw some of those, and our thinking was that we didn't have the extra money to sink into things like new plumbing, central air, washing machines, and roofs...

Oh, wait.

We still don't have the money, yet we still are having to deal with all of this shit and you know I am over it.

Today, I am over being an adult.

Why did we stop renting? We could be renting a house two blocks from the beach and be paying $1000. For a two-bedroom house. Two blocks from the beach, and I could ride my bike to work. Also into town. And we wouldn't be tied down, and we wouldn't have a fucking mortgage and have to deal with shit like new roofs or washing machines or home repairs and I am so over it all.

The irony is that I made literally double my salary when I was a journalist, and was only 24, and lived a much more glamorous life, traveling all over the world and renting for Christ's sake and not tied down. Ugh. And not having to spend $8,000 on a new fucking roof. Oh and probably $1,000 more for new fucking gutters.

Of course, I am much happier in a lot of ways now, and I love Pete and wouldn't trade that for anything. But seriously?

Over this.