During the course of this epic summer, I also interviewed for jobs. My next official "grown-up" job starts at the end of September. So, I needed to get an official "grown-up" place to live for this momentous occasion.
I found a darling little cottage near my work that suits me just fine.
It isn't glamorous at all. Five rooms total, including one that can only be accessed through the garage. No dishwasher. No deck. A non-working fireplace that still looks cute.
Why did I choose this? I loved my little house in Flagstaff that is actually bigger than this one and had loads of lovely amenities, like said dishwasher.
Really, it boiled down to priorities. I wanted to pay as little rent as possible so I can spend more on travel. My godchild and I are planning to walk the Camino de Santiago in 2016 as my graduation gift to her. That takes cash, baby. Also, paying rent is something I don't enjoy.
One thing this summer underscored for me: I am not a "stuff" person. I am a travel person.
Now that the decision is made, however, I'm daydreaming about rugs to put on the gleaming hard wood floors, curtains to shade the enormous picture windows, where to place some mums and fall decorations.
So easy to become a "stuff" person if you aren't paying attention.
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