Guys. It’s been soooo long since I’ve written a proper post. I had a few minutes to spare and I just want to write! Naturally, the first thing I thought to write about was…me :).
I disappeared from the internet (well that sounds pretty losery, doesn’t it? Let me remind you that the alternative is “blogosphere”. You’re welcome.) because I got a grown-up, full-time job. Well, it’s more of a late-teens-, early-twenties-ish job, but it’s what I thought I wanted to do. Turns out, it’s not. But it’s a good job nonetheless, and I have no other ideas about which job would make me happy, so here I am.
So here’s your update: We’ve got a great life. We live in Las Vegas (aka the land of palm trees and no snow) in a snug little studio apartment that is ridiculously cheap. Frugal Merman “drives around Vegas listening to audiobooks all day,” as he loves to tell our family. And it’s true, turns out that is pretty much what a sales manager for a patio cover company does for a large part of the day. He also works really hard to provide for us, for which I am truly grateful. I work as an assistant/transaction coordinator for a cooky real estate broker/investor/restauranteur who inadvertently teaches me more about sociology than real estate. But I can’t deny that every day isn’t interesting!
We both have great perks at our jobs, keeping the blessings coming. Frugal Merman has a free car, phone, and health insurance. I have free health insurance, get off an hour early on Fridays, have free sodas at my disposal, and am getting my notary license at no cost to me. We’re definitely living the good life.
And we’re under contract for a house! It’s the weirdest beast of a house you’ve ever seen. They added two studio apartments to the front of a sweet old 60’s home and it is just so strange. We literally almost walked away without seeing the 3rd unit, because we got lost in the house and had gone through too many doors/passageways to realize that we hadn’t seen everything.
Unfortunately, the chances of the sale going through are pretty slim because it’s unpermitted, not zoned properly, etc. But we may have just happened upon a miracle that will make it all work out. If we buy it, I will most definitely post pictures of the awesomeness before we try to make them into socially acceptable spaces. Here’s hopin’!
Life’s pretty good, right? So why is the majority of my evening spent dreading work the next day? Why do I grumblingly peel myself out of bed every morning, starting the day off with a bad attitude?
It hurts me how hard it is for us to appreciate our good fortune. We are appreciative, we really are. Things have worked out pretty dang well for us here in Vegas and we definitely recognize that. But how can we look past the commutes, the hours spent away from each other, and the stress-induced insomnia when we know that a better alternative exists, and is mere years away! How can we stay on this hamster wheel, when we know that freedom is so close?!
Honestly, I truly pity anyone who isn’t planning on retiring early. The thought of working for 30-40 more years just makes me want to hurl. And it’s not even about “working”…it’s about leaving my husband’s snuggly warm body in bed before the sun is even up. It’s about not being able to spend time with friends who come to town. It’s about not sitting in 1 1/2 hours of traffic EVERY SINGLE DAY. It’s about visiting family more often. It’s about spending time with our future kids and really getting to know them as people. It’s about FREEDOM!
So how do we push past this horrible ungratefulness? By enjoying ourselves and our lives NOW, rather than just dreaming about the future. It shocks me how fast time passes me by. Sure, the workday somehow seems 18 hours long, but then all of a sudden, it’s Sunday night and all we did all weekend was binge-watch The Great British Baking Show (actually, I have only minor regrets about this. That show is the best.) And while I certainly enjoy TV, will I look back when I’m actually “retired” and think about how pathetic we were, just wasting our very few free hours holed up in the house with the TV?
My excuse for this existence is that there just doesn’t seem to be enough time in the day to work, be lazy, AND do something meaningful and enjoyable. I am definitely not hating on the lazy, because I love being lazy occasionally. But after so many afternoons of lazy because I “don’t have time” or “don’t have the energy”, I am filled with regrets. There are so many things I want to do in retirement when I have time and energy. But really. I’m 27 years old. And I work 8 hours of the day. I have time. I have energy. Would my life be more meaningful NOW if I spent time doing things I enjoy? I think so.
So I guess this update turned into a bit of a rant, a bit of a therapy session. But it was undeniably more meaningful to me than watching the next episode of Cycle 9 of America’s Next Top Model. And that’s saying something.
Until the next time I’m feeling productive,