I'm moving to NYC in exactly 60 days from now and it's time I really let that one sink in. 60 days and I'll be on the other side of the country. With probably exactly those many suitcases pictured to the left and nothing else. A new chapter. A new slate. ... Can't wait. #rhymes
Before I go tho, here's what I wanna do! I wanna get shit done before I wake up on July 26th and sing, "Today's the big day, and oh crap, what have I done to prepare other than nothing. Geez, Jen. You're so predictable." Fact: I'm pretty good at realizing what needed to get done, rather than what needs to get done.
Here's my attempt to save myself in advance.
GOALS FOR THE NEXT 60 DAYS:
At the moment this is where my debt stands: $1,200. 64 + $68 parking ticket + $165 medical bill
Yeah. I have my work cut out for me a bit, but that's why as I'm praying for miracles I'm going to simultaneously:
I blew like 30 bucks the other night at the bar on whiskey.
Basically, that can't happen anymore before I leave. I'm really gunna have to budget my money like super good.
By the way, do you guys think I'm crazy for moving to NYC with basically no money saved? I feel crazy. But maybe my readership will benefit from this? Everybody likes a success story, sure, but like a bad car accident, everyone struggles not to tune in the same.
Ok, now I just stressed myself out a bit.
A lot a bit.
Thinking about how much time I have left to prepare, like REALLY thinking about it, is stressing me out. But I'm just going to do this, you guys. I'm just going to do it and see what happens. I have a place to stay. I won't be homeless. And I can get a job quickly. I'm going to work as hard as a mother to survive when I get there (and before I get there, starting right now) and I'm going to make it.
I'm going to make it just fine.
It's now or never.
Like a friend said to me, "You can either spend the next five years never seeming to reach the amount of money you feel comfortable leaving with, or you can just get out now with what you have and BE OUT THERE."
I'm not going to let money hold me back. But I'm still going to try my best these last two months to gather anything and everything I have.
I decided to make a rule. Maybe some of you would like to join me. Ya know, if you're feeling my priorities....
I will not touch my computer or any form of social media unless I've made it to the gym that day. And yes, if I am at the gym... then I am free to do whatever I choose on my iphone, that's chill!
I just need to be getting back to a more serious and disciplined exercise routine. Waking up in the morning and having my computer be the first thing I touch is just DANGEROUS. I get stuck for hours and so many things don't get done. Namely the gym.
This seems like an odd goal to have before I leave, but I suspect that my mom is going to be helping me A LOT in coming months. I just want to be able to pay her in advance, and also feel like I've really earned her help.
Not really my style. I usually keep it pretty quiet on my birthday every year. I'm a summer baby and as the story usually goes, everyone is always out of town or has something else better to do. The latter is mostly just in my head. But really, I don't plan birthday parties for myself because I fear that no one will show, except the random few that I didn't even invite or my own family who is required to show up. So instead I cut myself the opportunity for potential rejection and I just do something with my family and/or whoever I'm dating at the time and call it a happy birthday. And it usually is. I don't need some big giant party. Give me cake and I'm happy.
But, I think in light of the fact that I'm turning 25 and I'm also moving thousands of miles away two days later, possibly for good, I'm thinkin'... "ah, what the hell. Let's all do some jello shots in my big backyard and hopefully give me some nice bday cards filled with money!!!!!"
Not really about bday cards filled with money. But that would pretty sweet.
Really, it would just be nice to have all my California friends, my sisters, my family, my cousins, my co-workers, my neighbors, whoever, all together in one place before I leave. I hope I can make this happen.
So in summary.
Get Money. Save Money. Pay off debt. Get toned. Keep the house cleaned for Mom. Celebrate my 25th bday and exit California with a bang.
Ready. Set. Go. (I got this.)