Matrimoney

I really should go to bed right now. I have to get up at 6am and go run 11 miles before it hits 107 degrees. UGH.

107 in Vegas is HOT (and I mean that in a completely sexy way). 107 degrees in Atlanta just blows...

But, I can't sleep, because I've gotten myself all riled up. Why? Ummm... lets see. It all started about three years ago.

In my first year out of college, I was working for a marketing firm in Pasadena. My boyfriend at the time lived in Santa Barbara. So, every other weekend I made the two hour drive up the coast to see him. It was the perfect time to catch up with the rents.

It was on one of those drives up to SB that I had the marriage convo with my dad--I guess thats normal when you are in a serious relationship. Anyways, it was that night that my dad told me for the first time EVER that I had wedding money. Jaw to floor. I was extremely excited, and I think I just immediately wanted to get married thinking about the huge party I would get to throw. LOL. (Shaking my head at myself right now).

But now, here I am three years later. No boyfriend, no wedding with camels, just me and a studio apartment in a 107 year old building (jeez what is it with 107?!).

I hadn't really thought about the money since I became single... because it doesn't really seem real. It's out there in outer space somewhere. Then two weeks ago I got my financial aid award letter.

They agreed to give me in-state tuition. DAMN STRAIGHT. But, no subsidized loans. MOTHERFUCKERS. So here I am... with tuition for my first year around $25K with loans to cover it with an interest rate of around 7%. YUCK.

Light bulb.

MATRIMONEY!!!

I texted my dad that Thursday night: Subsidized loans did not come through. Let's talk about wedding $$$.

Friday night is pizza and a movie with the rent/step-rent. So there I was. Laundry in the wash, a glass of vino in my hand and a nervous feeling in my chest.

"So... I was thinking about using my wedding money for grad school."

"Uh huh."

Blah, blah, blah.

Blah, blah, blah.

"I just always thought you would use it for your wedding."

"I don't know if or when that will happen."

"Or a house."

GULP. (a house?!)

It should not have scared me that much, I mean I am almost 27. A girl has to grow up sometime.  But I didn't want to do it on pizza and a movie night.

NO HOUSE!

"What about a condo?"

FAST FORWARD TO TONIGHT.

I get home from work, throw myself on my bed in my studio apartment and gaze around. Out of boredom (and the fact that I realize I've spent $40K on rent over the past 4 YEARS... WTF?!?!?!) I start searching condos and lofts for sale in the area.

Then I kind of find one that I like... one I kind of like A LOT. FUCK.

Could I use the matrimoney for a loft? (a loft is way less scary than a house, townhouse or condo- they are tres young).

I dunno... I think I might be in love.

xxx Jildo