Today is my first day of work coming from my new home. I was so proud to be leaving on time, lunch packed, sweater grabbed, and bookbag stuffed with things for the day, the week. Half way through my 1:15 commute my stomach began to grumble, and I felt for my lunch bag where I hoped to rummage out my granola bar--breakfast. No... no... no! I left my lunch bag on the couch at home! In it was an entire package of lunch meat, an entire package of sliced muenster cheese, and an entire bottle of milk. I will be working in the office 4 days this week, and I thought I could simply buy that loaf of bread I needed in order to make lunches, and use the milk for cereal breakfasts. But now, almost a workweek's worth of poor-man's meals is done for. There is no way that food will be salvageable 12 hours later. To make matters worse, I'm broke this week. I was planning to spend only a few measly dollars on bread to get me through the week, and the loss of my sandwich fixins puts me back a bit. I'll have to get creative...er.
Last week I took my car in for a "check engine" light problem, which ended up costing me my savings account. I had been saving for a video camera (some of that money was specifically gifted to me for such), for a haircut, for traveling to see my friends, and maybe even for Disneyland! I had to borrow money to last me through payday, which won't be as big as it could've been if I hadn't gotten sick twice last week.
For being so classically down on my luck, however, I am quite lucky. God graced me with endurance, a good attitude, and headache-lessness on Saturday, our moving day. Our new home is coming together and feeling oh-so-homey. I have friends and family who can support me, emotionally and even financially when I need it. And, I have a jar of peanut butter in my work fridge, and a plastic spoon I found in my glove compartment. I think I'm gonna be allll right.
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