|I was invited to be the honored guest at the Matoaca Fall Festival this weekend.|
That's right, little old me, an honored guest.
Right now, I'm curled up on a northbound Amtrak train, new book courtesy of Simon & Schuster in hand. I am homebound (New York home, that is) after a weekend in Virginia filled with time for community service, family and friends. It has dawned on me that I am now an adult. Sigh. Gone are the days when a trip to Forever 21 or H&M didn't require much thought before proceeding. I turn off lights as soon as I realize I no longer need their source. And I don't send my clothes to the cleaners nearly as often as I used to. In essence, I've learned (or am learning) to conserve.
|My princess, Abigail, and me with some local heroes|
|Flowers with Style so graciously gave each of us a bouquet|
You would be right to assume my parents have taken care of me the past 22+ years. Sure, I spent my undergraduate years two whole hours away from home and worked part-time jobs and had to do my own laundry; but I was still largely dependent on my parents for financial support throughout those years. I didn't have a want or need for a budget then. Boy, do I now!
I am now at least seven hours away from their tender loving care and having a ball, while they worry night and day. Yes, my father actually said that this weekend. Since I moved to New York about a month ago, I paid my own rent, cable and electric bill, and sent my laundry out. (Ok, maybe I'm a little bougie for sending my laundry out, but it's so convenient and it really didn't set me back much at all.) I've even managed to excel in all my classes thus far and I'm beginning to find myself in this city I now call home. So I am happy. And I am blessed. Very.
I have become very practical and sensible in the past few weeks. I guess it comes with the territory. Having a Zara practically next door to my campus and a J. Crew around the corner from my internship doesn't help much, but I've learned that if I don't walk in the door, I won't spend a single cent. I just have to ensure I don't walk in those revolving doors. You wouldn't believe how hard a thing that is not to do. I like to spend just as much as the next girl, but I've realized I just cannot spend freely or there will be severe consequences.
What I would so desperately like to spend my money on freely:
- Dresses (long-sleeved, peplum, LBD, you name it);
- Pumps (actually on the lookout for a nice, black patent leather pair at the moment);
- Wine (future connoisseur);
- Broadway shows (I'm in NEW YORK CITY!);
- Dominican blowouts (I whip my hair back and forth);
- Fancy events (what kind? you may ask. I'm not sure, but ones you must dress up to attend)
- Manicures & pedicures (even full-body massages); and
- Groupons (for the aforementioned items, of course...and getaways)
- Food (a very odd thing, but my body requires I consume it every day)
- Rent (a killer, especially here in NYC)
- Cable (a necessary evil if I am to keep up with what's going on in the world; oh, and watch movies)
- Electric bill (Fridge, among other things, wouldn't work without it)
- Subway pass (and I'm actually saving money by purchasing an unlimited monthly pass for $100)
Keeping track of your daily spending enables you to have a record of exactly where your money is going. I feel empowered knowing there is a plan for what little money I have. Sticking to it will only enable me further, because I can save up for my first big purchase. I have yet to decide what that is, but something tells me it will be something very practical--like paying off my student loans--and not something fierce, like buying my first Mercedes. But someday I will, and that's what dreams are made of.