I am fully aware that I've been off the radar for nigh on a week, now. It's been a wickedly tough week - I've spoken to barely anyone and enjoyed it. It's not like me to be an introvert, but the last few weeks have been so gutting that I really just needed to get away from everything.
My relationship is over. Finito, crushed, ended, fin. My lust for travel and new-found ambition to see the world did not sit well with him indoors, and he made the call last Thursday. Yep, just after Ofsted. Joy.
So. I had two choices - did I head out to town, spending every last bit of cash I had on junk, clothes and wine, or did I head indoors, keep my head down and see what happened on the cashflow front? I'm really proud of myself, actually - despite Friday being a NIGHTMARE (I broke down, both emotionally and in the car, on the way to work), I still managed to get away with spending just £1.20 on lunch - I think I saw it as an accomplishment; something for me to focus on amongst all the effing angst. Saturday was little different; I spent the afternoon in London Town and all food, travel and the like was paid for. I basked in the sunshine and made sense of what it meant to be alive. I spent a fiver. Sunday, well - that was different.
You see, on Sunday, I went to see Laura. The art teacher. The red-headed hussy who put the whole bloody road-trip idea into my head in the first place. And...
We only went and booked the bloody thing.
Yup, you heard me right - 26 days, NYC to Las Vegas, via Philly, Wash DC, Pittsburgh, Cincinnati, Indianapolis, Chicago, San Fran and LA. It's cost us £1500 each - well, I say each, but what I really mean is that Laura's awesome gran paid for everything, and now I simply have to figure out the best way to pay her back. Amazeballs.
So the challenge is now well and truly on.
With a week until payday, I did a bit of a cave-in on Monday when I spent a little cash in Tesco in order to cook dinner for a friend whose sofa has since become my haven and bed. However, if I add up the total outgoings for the week so far, I'd say I'm pretty much OK. I'm certainly not as far in the red as I could have been, had I succumbed to Topshop.
We'll see what the bank says come Thursday 31st...
From today onwards, it's regular posts as usual. No more feeling sorry for myself - it's way too stupid. I mean, come on - I've got a road trip to save for...
Cashmoney spent: A Breakdown
Friday lunch: £1.20
Sunday ticket to see Laura: £7.00 (honestly, Southern Rail - 50% off in advance!)
Monday trip to Tesco: £30.00
Graze lunch for Wednesday: £1.74
Beers in London: £8.80
Total: £48.74
Cashmoney saved: £0.00
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