I made my last rent payment yesterday. While I may only have fourteen dollars in the bank, it's nice to know that from now on the money I make is MINE MINE MINE. And, further, that I will be getting my damage deposit back at the end of the month. I'm in the home stretch...
And while I know that my credit card is going to get a super-workout while I'm in New York, I really don't care... because how often are you and one of your bestest friends in New York?
The thing is, recently, I've realized that I really want to work when I get home. You all know me, I'm a bit lazy and a bit distracted, not to mention a bit idealistic. I want a job I believe in, that pays well, that's fun and not boring, etc etc etc... and usually I just wish I was free to watch movies and sit on beaches and generally be irresponsible. But lately, the thought of just working and saving away some cash is very appealing. I suppose a good attitude is everything. Let's hope it sticks around for more than a few hours this time....