My sister Karen was in town today. She just bought a house here, maybe 3 miles from my duplex. It's little and teeny, but it's hers! She's thrilled. I'm jealous. It's the only thing that makes me wish I wasn't about to move to the county. Karen has been in Kalamazoo for years, and I haven't seen that much of her. Now she's coming to Lansing, and two months later, I'm moving out. Isn't that just life?
She called last night and Jeff invited her to sleep over, since it was storming and her house still doesn't have furniture. That was cool. Then we had lunch together today at House of Ing. It was very tasty, and I enjoy her company a lot. Of course, she does everything right. She makes long-term plans, knew what she wanted to major in before going to college, got good grades, balances her checkbook, budgets on a shoestring, has a clean credit report, and is generally loved by all! I, on the other hand, do everything the hard way, and then scramble to recover. Do you want to be really ill? Her house payment is $385. That's about 400 less than I will have to pay to rent a place in Eaton Rapids. It makes me wish I was her, sometimes.
Then again, my life isn't bad. I have a happy well-adjusted munchkin and a weirdo-boyfriend (we'll call him that, since I'm moving soon.)I have friends, and a good job, and a minivan. I'm about to go on vacation and get paid for it. I have health and dental insurance, and I balance my checkbook too, damnit. There's nothing wrong with me. I'm not inadequate.
