We were doing some budgeting and bill paying last night. Never a particularly fun endeavor. We’re middle class, have some debt, and have been hit by a some of the economic times, like so many else. Not to mention medical bills. Being depressed is expensive. There is just never enough money to go around.
We make more than we did 5 or 10 years ago, but we have more bills (hello student loans.)
I remembered when we were younger, “poor slob college kids” as my gram would say, worried about making rent. Our water was included with our cheap rent. We would joke about turning down the heat and taking lots of baths. Steaming up the apartment for the warmth. Saying it was a good thing our favorite bar was across the street so we didn’t need to take a cab or drive. (Somehow, there was always money for $2 Long Islands on Mondays. Bang for your buck.)
And, most of our bill paying sessions have ended with joking gratitude that “it’s a good thing we like each other because we won’t have any money to go out this month.”
But, what would I rather have: money to go out with or someone who likes me to snuggle with? No doubt.
It usually starts with an exasperated eye roll, “I’m glad we like our neighbors because we are stuck here. We sure can’t sell our house anytime soon.” Throw in a few more, “I’m glad your hobby is running and not horseback riding… it’s a lot cheaper!” “I’m glad you’re a good cook and coupon clipper because we are not going out to eat!”
It’s pretty silly. And pathetic.
And really comforting.