Maybe the point in all this is to reinforce that I should be grateful for my current position in life, but this week I visited with two of my now-married-and-mothering friends, and both mentioned a strange new word: budget.
I hadn't really thought too much about that before.
Money that doesn't go for taxes (phooey on taxes), insurance (I'm too young to have insurance!), Bar dues (I'm kind of attached to my license, but once a year I do have to stop and think for a minute), or gasoline (some days walking sounds like a really good idea) is to spend on international plane tickets.
Right?
???
I'm starting to think that growing up is more complicated than I had previously contemplated.
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