I'm what you would call a planner. I try and figure my bills out down to the T and then, I try and think, how could I make them less? I plan my school out, I plan my work, my savings, and housing situation. And I'm always trying to go up and up until I'm at this happy place.
Of course, today, I was telling myself, hey, slow down a little. There's no hurry to buy a house. I can deal with my living situation for awhile longer and just save. That was...until I walked in the door today. I pay rent to my fiancee's parents. Between the two of us, we pay $400 plus our own groceries. We have a room in the basement and we do our dishes in the laundry tub. I hate doing that, because I would love to do dishes where I cook, but I deal with it. Well, I walk in today, and all of the dishes from the laundry tub (3 bowls from the course of the day, not that much) are set up on a table in the middle of the room. We're not allowed to set dishes in the laundry tub anymore. We can wash them there, but as soon as we eat, we have to wash them. Really? Why do I not have a say in this? Oh, yeah, because despite the fact I pay rent, it's not my house.
And in my frustration, I now want to plan until I can get us into our own house. We're looking at foreclosed houses that in theory wouldn't be that much. We could do it. But I hate when even my best laid plans fail, and there's a million what ifs. I wish I could handle living here better, or be able to control my temper better. But it's hard. I want to go take their dishes which sit up there and put them on the floor or the living room table. Then tell them not to put them in the sink, because I like to keep the sink clear. But I can't do that. And so I'm back to planning. I would just like to get to a point where my finance and I can support ourselves completely and I wouldn't have to take everyone's crap. So here's to planning and not driving myself completely insane. :(
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