I have been really busy lately (!) which is actually very nice. I work 9-5 in an office that’s exciting, pushing my mind, and filled with pretty knowledgable and patient people. I feel grateful to be in such a cool office. I’m excited to do and get work, and I kind of even want to work past my hours to get assignments done. Yet, my boyfriend and I were talking last night about how bizarre the notion of work/gain the corporate ladder/retire is in America. We work our asses off and then have some huge retirement at 65. Is 65 supposed to be when we start our lives? My boyfriend believes we should do major breaks every couple of years, and I’m starting to agree with him. There are things both of us want to do that we probably wont be as able to do when we are older (ie, very long camping or traveling trips.)
I keep thinking about what makes life livable. As someone who is worried about money constantly, livable to be is just being able to afford my apartment and bills, while paying off student loans. But I long for those things that make life rich. Traveling. Concerts. Big meals. Art. Experience. And life is more than what we can purchase — it’s also who we spend it with. I find myself feeling constrained by my financial situation (frugal living, holla!). But then, living with my boyfriend is… freeing. I have my best friend, someone who understands me and can laugh at ridiculous things with me, and someone who I am always happy to wake up next to. Sometimes I think about what it would be like to live alone. And I don’t think I would be as happy.