Cripes, I hate worrying about money. But it looks like that’s exactly what I’ll be doing for the next little while.

This week I’ve been considering an opportunity to buy a place from a friend of my sister’s. It looks like a great deal. I keep thinking I shouldn’t pass on it because it might be my last chance to afford anything in the area, as property values continue to skyrocket. Pinky says that’s the wrong reason to buy, and I guess she’s right. On the other hand, perhaps it would increase in value to the point where selling it would allow me to put a downpayment on a bigger place later on.

The simple fact of the matter is, however, that buying property right now would probably be lunacy, unless it *was* a good investment. I just can’t afford it. I’ve got virtually no money in the bank, and monthly bills to pay to a lawyer.

And this brings to mind something else: I never worried about money until I met the Evil Ex. I wasn’t rich or anything, but I always managed money well enough to simply not have to worry about it. Once we got together, things completely fell apart. I did not recover until a couple of years after we split. Now, it looks like things are going back to being a struggle again, mainly because I blew a bunch of money on lawyers to deal with same said Ex. This doesn’t necessarily mean it’s her fault. I just can’t help noticing her inextricable connection to the only times in my life where I’ve ended up in a hole, financially, that’s all. Crap.

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The weekend was good. I’ll write more later.

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