It would seem reasonable to assume that when one goes from living in a truck to a home that one would have more moola floating around. There is more moola around, it is just in the walls and not in my wallet.
Iâ€™m okay with that but my habits are not. See, it isnâ€™t as much fun to be The Budget Buster when you are busting your own budget. You have the Ha-ahh! moment of being the rebel hero followed by an Oi-owww! moment when you realize that youâ€™ve cut into your own coffee money for the next week. And as we all know that Iâ€™m coming to terms with my addiction, it is a painful realization.
Is this what living with an accountant does to a former free-living gypsyesque individual? Does the accountant persona seep into your thought process by osmosis? Isnâ€™t there an antibiotic for that? I feel like I read something about that somewhere in my textbooks. Wait, and Iâ€™ll go check…
Ach, no, I was thinking of osteoporosis, not osmosis, and they really donâ€™t even have very good medications for that either. Blast.
Thankfully, it is quite fun to get a 6-pack and open a few at home rather than paying the same price for one drink in a loud and crowded bar. Plus, no one looks at me funny when I pull out my knitting while talking and drinking beer in my own home. At least, no one does it when Iâ€™m looking.