I DON’T know how to live on $1500 a month. That’s gross, by the way, in more ways than one. As best I can tell, I am going to be working for just over minimum wage, no matter what I do. At least until and if I can get a teaching job, which may not be for quite some time.
At various points throughout the day today, the idea of living on so little has been intimidating, impossible, depressing, and just plain terrifying. It’s that black hole thing I wrote about yesterday. It can suck me in like a vacuum cleaner hose. And I definitely have been feeling the pull of the vacuum cleaner today.
Fortunately, God puts people in front of me (in my face, to be precise) who bring me the perspective I so sorely lack. Take Linda. As I sadly followed her around the grocery store today looking like the most pitiful thing on two legs, she reminded me of how very rich I am. People in other parts of the world would give anything to just have a roof over their heads and food in their stomachs. We are SOOO rich in this country, even when we are “poor” by American standards. We have no idea what it means to truly be impoverished. Linda has a way of being excruciatingly honest with me, which is why I ask her opinion and her advise. She has also been in much worse predicaments than I, so she knows whereof she speaks.
So, can I get by on $1500 a month? People do it here in the good old United States all the time. I think it will take some creative budgeting and relying on people to do for me (which is not how I was raised and I hate it). Is it the way I want to spend the rest of my life? No. But then again (perspective, please?) nobody said it would be the rest of my life.
It’s just for now.