Sunday, June 24, 2012

Moving Date Set

So the date is July 19th. That will be our final walkthrough for our tiny apartment. The place we once called home. Right now I am trying to get everything in order, everything from utility shutoff to getting rid of any junk we have laying around. It is amazing how you don't know how much junk you have until you move! I totally forgot I had so many formal dresses from high school that I will never wear again. I also have quite a few books sitting on my bookshelves, and I like to hoard mementos. I think I will sit down with them and create decorated boxes for each thing. Possibly for each year.

The main thing I am struggling with right now is the bittersweet feeling of relief and the loss of some independence. My parents will not be charging me rent, they just asked that I repay the money I owe them and help out with chores and cooking. They also would like some benefits from my Costco card, which was one of my selling points. Everyone loves a discount. Now instead of coming and going as I please, I am going to have someone to answer to. I will have to get used to having five other people in my home instead of just one. The bright side of this is that I will finally get out of my debt black hole and save up a nice chunk to move out the right way. With all the furniture and decorations and bathroom items. When we moved here, I was 21 and my boyfriend was 20. The only thing we were prepared for was the kitchen. We had all of our place settings, mugs, glasses, cups. We bought a microwave and blender, but as far as everything else, we already had everything. Which reminds me, I don't know what we are going to do with the microwave and blender. Hmmm... Now we have to figure out where everything will go. Neither of our parents have room for storage.


I am not thrilled about there being no Starbucks in our hometown! I can drive two miles in any direction from our apartment and find a Starbucks. I have become quite spoiled with it.

Most of all I am going to miss waking up to the smell of breakfast being made and being brought to me in bed. And the night runs for milkshakes. And knowing I don't have to drive 45 minutes away to see one of the most important people in my life. But 7 minutes is a lot easier to get used to. :) And it will be again, eventually, when we are back on our feet.


Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Let's Face It

After a couple of months of ignoring those lovely envelopes in the mail, addressed to us, all wanting some amount of money, I finally sat down with a piece of paper and the envelopes. I opened them up, added the amounts, and then reality set in.

We can't afford to live here anymore.

We, meaning my boyfriend and I, can't afford to live on our own anymore. Somewhere between cutting hours and a lost job, we have reached the breaking point and it's time to abandon ship.

About a year ago, on our weekly weekend visit, we got the bright idea to move out together. I was all for it because it would mean more time with him, and time to gain some independence. It would also improve his chances of finding a job, seeing as he moved to somewhere out in the middle of nowhere. We had been together for three and a half years already, and to be honest the long 45 minute drives both ways for us to see eachother were starting to wear on us. So we drove into town and started looking at apartments. And then we found The One. She was light and airy, and we felt at home there. It was a cute little one bedroom at a reasonable, doable price. So we rented her out.

I work as a hairstylist for a chain salon. Even with minimum wage at 35-40 hours a week, and my tips, we had enough to pay ALL of the bills and have a nice chunk in savings. He had his unemployment which helped out also. We had a nice, comfortable situation going on. And then my work hours were cut, but we were still making it, still comfortable. Then unemployment ran out. And suddenly that savings was gone. Luckily he found a job at the new home improvement store in town, until they decided to hire too many people and slash everyone's hours, and well, that's how we ended up where we are now.

Once I realized we would have to move back in with our parents, I started looking for articles on the internet about this situation. I needed something to grab onto, something to make me feel like less of a failure, something to give some comfort. All I found were articles, written by older people who haven't been there, all just quoting statistics and saying the same thing. Yes, I know, a lot of people our age are moving back home. Yes, I know, the recession has killed chances for jobs to some extent, and yes, I know, a lot of us are moving home to take care of debt. I also know that rules need to be set up and blah blah blah, but where is the firsthand experience? Where are the 20 somethings talking about this? Right here.

I am hoping to get back on my feet and move back out at some point with significantly less debt and some sort of savings. And yes, we will still be together through this. That's everyone's first question, "Are you guys okay?! Are you still together?". Yes we are. We will hopefully live 2 miles away from eachother like we did in high school.