Friday, October 19, 2007

Some people have all the luck, or, The Week

The Man and I were married February 12, 2005. Since then, life has been a struggle. We have endured bad jobs and unemployment, and in the course of our almost-three-year marriage, we have survived - barely - on very little money, usually from only one income. It's been tough, it's been heartbreaking, and there have been days when I have very seriously wanted to just run away. Not from him, or from us, just from the world. Abandon our debts and live as nomadic bums. It isn't that this option is really so attractive, just that there have been times when I - when we both - have felt that there is no digging ourselves out from under the pile beneath which we are living.

Some people seem to be born under a lucky star. I dated two such guys in my early twenties. These are the people who go out shopping for cds and are offered two jobs along the way, apropos of nothing. These are the people who, when looking for apartments, finagle their way into a superintendent gig as well, thus allowing them to live in beautiful, sizable spaces for very little money, and very little work. These are the people whose parents buy them houses for kicks.

The Man and I are not these people. We are the opposite. He says that, statistically, it stands to reason that if some people are frequently lucky, there will also be people that generally are not. I still feel like I'm battling some cosmic force.

Except this week. In the past 6 days, we have gotten two pieces of very good news, including a job for The Man! He started a new recruiting position yesterday afternoon. It's a three month contract, but he has leads on future jobs, as well. We are thrilled, and apartment hunting this weekend. The sooner we can get back downtown and out of the uber-burbs, the happier we will both be. Walking to work will be such a relief after months of terrifying bus-rides (seriously: the bus drivers in this city freak me right out!). Being blocks away from our dear friends, K & M & little I-B will be wonderful. I am breathing easily once again, for the first time in two months. While I wasn't a wreck this whole time (which, considering my anxiety predilections, is quite remarkable) I have certainly been all-too aware of the stark reality of our financial situation. But no more!

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I am behind on blogstalking by two weeks! I apologize, stalkers, but I PROMISE you: the pic of the statue will be up tomorrow afternoon and it is worth the wait! It's weird, it's big, and it's installed on the approach to the stunning National Art Gallery. I'm snapping the pic tomorrow afternoon; it should look awesome.

9 comments:

  1. Congratualtions to the man on the job. Things will pick up soon I hope.

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  2. Congratulations on the job offer for the Man. I'm sure new surroundings will help tremendously.

    I understand about the whole lucky star idea. Sometimes I wonder why it seems as if we can't get a break. (I mean, honestly! We've had 10 ridiculous years here!) But mostly, I like my life. It's different from what I expected, but it's a good life. Even with the all of the rain.

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  3. I think it's more a matter of crap falling into place faster for some people rather than others.

    Congrats to the man and his boys if you catch my drift ;-)

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  4. Hooray! Worrying about money is super craptastic.....

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  5. See, good things do come to those that wait.
    I'll be back for the pics.

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  6. I'm with Ed. Well, not literally. His sentiments. Bad things might come in threes, but so do the good. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for the rest of the good!

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  7. Congratulations! @#$% the burbs!

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  8. Congrats! Hope you find a great place in the city!

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  9. Congrats on the job offer and I wish I could send you some luck but it seems you are getting some yourself. :)

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