Bank

Today was the kind of day where it would make a lot more goddamn sense to not run.

I've been up since 3:30 am. Woke up with a sick compulsion to work household finance numbers over and over. The fact that I'm even putting this in a blog reminds me of a story I once read in in GQ. There was a guy being interviewed about his and his wife's finances, how finance issues figured into stress and self image and worry and preoccupation. He's just a line or two into the interview when he says "Can we just talk about how I suck in bed? That would be much less painful."

Got it.

It's not a big secret that expats are generally well taken care of by the companies who send them abroad. Financially speaking, they cover a lot of bases. So one of the issue with coming home has been a serious uptick in expenses and a significant cut in cashflow. We pretty much are figuring that all out now, especially post Christmas-cash-hemorrhage. It feel irresponsible to not get on top of this, fix it, get hold and make it all right. It feels even more irresponsible that I haven't done that already.

I did a little research yesterday, and it turns out that the 1000 mile a year project isn't novel, neither is blogging about it. But that isn't all this project is about. It is about being honest with myself, and following through, so the money stuff fits in. Honesty and cognizance.

It's 10:15 p.m. and I have a few miles ahead of me tonight.

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