Realism

Today is July 9th. I get paid every Friday. There are only 3 more paydays left for me this month. In August, there are 5 paydays. In September (if I remain on a weekly paycheck schedule) there are 4. I may be hired permanently at that point, and I believe I'd be paid every other week if that happened. In October if I'm still paid weekly, there are 5.

And then Pete wants me to move to Pittsburgh in November, during the week of Thanksgiving, which leaves only 3 weekly paychecks left. The grand total of paychecks per week between now and then is: 20.

Sure, 20 paychecks sound like a lot, don't they? But when you really think about it, for Pete, that's only a total of 10, because he gets paid every other week. He makes 3 times more money than I do, the lucky slob, but he also has more expensive bills. So really we're kind of in the same boat financially, and I don't see how the heck we're supposed to do all these things in such a short amount of time:

1. Rent a U-Haul to move all my junk, we came up with $300 estimated cost for this which includes the price of gas for a full tank.

2. Find a place to live, preferably a house even if it's just to rent for now. We'd need at least $2,000 just for utilities being switched from his place to the new one, rent for first and last month, security deposit, and pet deposit for Sassy. Not to mention getting my car tags changed from Virginia to Pennsylvania...

3. Do we get a big enough place for his son to also live with us during this last year of college? Or do we gently nudge him to find a place with roommates elsewhere? Figure the usual monthly costs of utilities, food, gas in both cars, etc., in addition to a third person there too...

4. I have to tie up loose ends in VA, by finding a roommate to replace me, making sure there is an on-site landlord arranged (with my current roommate Ashley hopefully stepping into that role), and getting anything in the house fixed, maintenanced, or replaced, before I would be able to leave with a clear conscience so that David (the home owner) doesn't freak out and spazz about it. I have no lease, really, so I could just pick up and go anytime. But I wouldn't just do that and leave him in the lurch.

5. I'd have to quit my job, change my address with the post office, my dentist, my doctor's office, David, friends and family...

6. I'd have to pack all my junk, get rid of some stuff, and get it all ready to load before Thanksgiving. That would mean using my WEEKENDS to do all this, but how the heck can I do THAT when I'm on the road to Pittsburgh every weekend, or entertaining Pete at my place on weekends? When the heck would I ever have TIME to do that stuff? It just doesn't seem possible.

There are only 19 weeks left until Thanksgiving. Does Pete REALLY think I can save up a ton of $$ by then, pack everything I own, find a new roommate, arrange everything and tie up the loose ends in that amount of time? AND go spend weekends with him, AND have him come here on weekends??

Something will have to be sacrificed, I'm afraid, in order for this plan of his to work. I don't know that I'm even READY for such a move, that soon, but okay let's say for shits and giggles that I'm all gung ho like he is, and sure, let's get busy...but seriously, in order for this plan to actually work, I would have to spend my weekends doing this stuff at HOME, alone, not distracted by a crazed lovestruck Dom in my face the whole time...I would have to NOT spend money in the gas tank and NOT go splurge on eating out all the time, and NOT have as much fun as he's got planned on our calendar all the time...

Ah well. He's just started the wheels turning in my head, that's all. These sneaky Dom's like to plant seeds like that in a subbie's head, and then they just stand back and watch the subbie start to obssess about it, and grow it like a weed...

I just think he's not very realistic about this November plan. I think he's jumping the gun and pushing too hard for an unrealistic timeline. But hey what do I know...I have never known a guy who wanted me so badly, to move in with him and shack up and take over his world like this. I think he's insane. I really do. What a loon.

And yet the weed still grows...

Love, Sassy Girl