Whoever said money can't make you happy was obviously poor and stupid. On a daily basis, I think how much better (richer, fuller, more fun) life would be if I had more money. Today I found out that I need to come up with $x to buy my dream home, where x is a totally doable amount of money....if I had not just paid for movers, put a huge deposit on daycare and had my husband give notice at his job. Now, I am wracking my brain trying to figure out a no-fail, no-strings-attached way to do it. Topping the list....rob a bank? Haha..not really, but the thought did occur to me. Sell off my personal belongings....that would also maybe save on the cost of the move! Dress up like a homeless person and beg? Not sure that would get me very far and really I am much to proud to beg.
I have found in my life that everything happens for a reason so I am refusing to believe that this will not work out and that lack of funds will get in the way of us buying our first home. I know if we are determined enough (which we totally are!), we will find a way to make it happen.
I said to myself this afternoon, "I hate money", but that is far from true. I love money. I love my job primarily because it gives me money to do all the things I love to do (shop for Ben, by things for the apartment, eat good food). I do, I love money.
I am REALLY going to love money when I move into our new house and I get to buy some new things to make it even more fabulous than it already is.
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