I had an urge to just pack a bag and leave town. It's kind of becoming a thing but my anxiety kicks in every time and I just stay put. I have a job, and saving money is important to me right now. My last day at work is going to be in August though...Things are going down within management and I don't want to stick around long enough to find out what happens/to see all the work I put into my job go to shit.
Anyway, my sister wants to go to LA in August too though, and my friends and I have been planning a day/weekend trip to a hot springs in August as well, so might as well make as much money as I can now before taking off and doing those things. I have another friend who is going to Korea in September and I kinda want to tag along, if she'll welcome me.
I get so torn doing trips though: I like having money in my bank account, but it's supposed to be spent and good times are supposed to be made with the earnings. It just sucks because after I quit my job, I won't have anything to come back to and my savings will dwindle down until I'm desperate.
Money is such a fickle thing. I hate it but I love it; it's dangerous. Get greedy and it will never be enough; be frivolous and spend it all and then you have nothing to live on. Such a dilemma.
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