It’s finally happened - an interview. Not just any interview, an interview that I’m excited about - one in a place that I would happy working. One where I not only know the professionals, but I trust their intentions. A place that would challenge me and I fully believe support me and build me back up.
A place that would also mean a drastic decline in our standard of living.
It’s unfortunate, really, that we live where we do. This is the husband’s (weird) first and only experience as being the partner of a live-on professional and it really is the penthouse treatment. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, two giant closets, OUTDOOR SPACE. It’s a de-luxe apartment in the sky... on the second floor.
It is also ridiculously rare in the world of live-on staff to have an apartment this nice with all of these amenities. For me, stepping down off this ivory pedestal was always a given, but N has grown comfortable, and who can blame him? Anywhere we go from here means that we are going to have to sacrifice - likely quite a lot.
I go with the flow and I make myself work within the parameters of my surroundings, N doesn’t feel comfortable until his surroundings have been modified to fit him. His age is playing a factor - he’s kind of over living with the kids.
It makes all practical sense to milk this on-campus life as long as possible. We can save money for both of our dreams - a condo of our very own, and a life of travel. The money can pile up because we won’t have any of the normal expenses. We will however have a load of irritations that will only become more grating as time goes on and we feel less and less like ‘real’ adults. Real adults select their housing. Real adults can paint their walls. Real adults can come home piss-drunk if they want to without worrying about the neighbors - or their jobs.
Real adults also have to pay bills, rent or a mortgage. I think it’s a fair trade off - but I’m not thinking for one anymore. This will take a little bit of adjusting.
A place that would also mean a drastic decline in our standard of living.
It’s unfortunate, really, that we live where we do. This is the husband’s (weird) first and only experience as being the partner of a live-on professional and it really is the penthouse treatment. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, two giant closets, OUTDOOR SPACE. It’s a de-luxe apartment in the sky... on the second floor.
It is also ridiculously rare in the world of live-on staff to have an apartment this nice with all of these amenities. For me, stepping down off this ivory pedestal was always a given, but N has grown comfortable, and who can blame him? Anywhere we go from here means that we are going to have to sacrifice - likely quite a lot.
I go with the flow and I make myself work within the parameters of my surroundings, N doesn’t feel comfortable until his surroundings have been modified to fit him. His age is playing a factor - he’s kind of over living with the kids.
It makes all practical sense to milk this on-campus life as long as possible. We can save money for both of our dreams - a condo of our very own, and a life of travel. The money can pile up because we won’t have any of the normal expenses. We will however have a load of irritations that will only become more grating as time goes on and we feel less and less like ‘real’ adults. Real adults select their housing. Real adults can paint their walls. Real adults can come home piss-drunk if they want to without worrying about the neighbors - or their jobs.
Real adults also have to pay bills, rent or a mortgage. I think it’s a fair trade off - but I’m not thinking for one anymore. This will take a little bit of adjusting.
Whoa! Pretty deep there Kiddle #3 ... I AM impressed :)
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