Not Dead, Just Sleeping

I’m writing this just to inform you that I haven’t died. I’ve just been sleeping. A lot. Third shift tends to make one tired and sleep an ungodly amount of hours sometimes.

This is my last week of work. We decided to move to North Carolina about 3 months ago and the time has really flown. I guess that’s what happens when all your time is spent at work and in bed. We’re about to have some stuff shipped down there with our friend in her Uhaul truck, which means my husband and I get to sleep on camping cots for the next couple weeks. Exciting!

I’m really excited to get down there. I’m going to miss my friends and family like crazy, and I know my husband will miss his friends a lot, but I’m hoping and praying that we can find some good friends down there that will turn out to be just a close as the ones we have here. I plan on spending a lot of time either at the beach or at one (of two) swimming pools at our apartment. I’ve got to get myself into shape! Living here in the north tends to make one pasty and pudgy, so I have a lot of work to do.

Other than that, there isn’t much going on in life right now. Just hectic times before our big move. 🙂

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If It Can Happen, It Will

So my Hubs and I are currently saving for a massive move down to North Carolina from our hometowns in Ohio. Everything is going okay so far, and we’re expecting to head out in about 2 weeks.

Only problem is that during the last 2 months or so, we’ve managed to save about $0.00 for our trip. I’ve still got bank-draining bills I have to pay every month, and when you’re both considered poverty level, well… saving isn’t exactly the easiest. And then there’s of course the old rule of “If it can happen, it will”. I’ve been making repairs on my car for what seems like months. One part gets fixed, and another one goes.

So, I guess the whole purpose for this blog is to just get out the frustration I have with money. I hate how money defines every aspect of life. It determines way more than people think it does.

Anyway, I’m not getting discouraged. I know God will take care of us and Whisper on our trek down south. I just can’t help but wish there was a little more of a financial cushion in the bank. Ah well.

Ta!