Money in the Bank

I remember the first summer here was rough financially. When I say that I got here on my last dime, I wasn't exaggerating. Every cent I had that first month went into paying for the moving truck, the guys who helped me move, the apartment.

And then there was the whole mess with the car. I had to sell my Nissan before I moved here, because I knew it wouldn't make the trip. I rented a car for the month, figuring I would make enough in my first month to cover the payment as well as pay for a used car that would get me through until I could afford a decent one, and didn't count on the fact that my first paycheck would not come until several weeks after I arrived. I ended up not having a car for nearly three months, and was very grateful for a co-worker who picked me up and drove me in until I finally got my "wheels."

Thinking back, I don't know how I made it or would have made it without the kindness of others. I got a Walmart card as a housewarming gift from my sister. It was wonderful - I used it to by groceries and then to help me buy a vacuum that was on sale (and that I desperately needed - my dog was shedding, and we were practically buried in dog hair!) I know I borrowed a bit of money from her, too, which I promptly paid back. I may have borrowed from my son - I don't remember.

I'm thinking about this as the checking account is dipping down again, but at least I know it will be back up in a few days. Remembering that I made it when my account was almost to $0 helps me make it through this time, when the dip in funds won't be nearly as bad.