Settling In, but Not Settling for Poverty
The new place has been a challenge and a joy.
A challenge because it's small. Despite that, I've found it terribly comfortable, with sufficient storage for what I need.
A joy because I've already been walking everywhere. I never dreamed I'd love urban living this much, and I'm hoping this doesn't wear off. While I'm farther from grocery stores, there is so much to do downtown, including the main library, a movie theater, and so many parks -- including the zoo!
Since I'm planning on living here pretty much forever (moving to a one bedroom after the girls move), I'm going to start saving up for furnishings that work better: more shelving units, a better sofa-bed, a smaller bed. I can take my time doing these things, and just enjoy some of the benefits of living here.
I don't believe in living poorly because I'm poor. Not that I'm frivolous, but I do believe that there's no reason to live in squalor, and that there's always something you can do to make your surroundings better -- even if it's just finding a bigger cardboard box. I've been there.
These last couple days I've been following the story of The Man with the Golden Voice as it's been unfolding on YouTube and NBC news.
The video has been up for two days, gone viral, and the job offers have come rolling in.
I keep wishing I had some sort of talent I could capitalize on, but I'm not sure I have. Like so many people, I have ideas but neither the skill nor capital to implement them. Stories like this remind me that some people have a certain amount of luck... that this man was "discovered"... that this YouTube video was viewed so many times and came to the attention of the "right" people... and that his story and talent were unique enough to gain this kind of response.
I'm afraid that my best bet is the lottery... and that's so far-fetched as to be nothing but a dream.