Not homeless anymore

It’s official. I am not homeless anymore. For the past 2 months, since I got back from the South for the summer, I have been renting a friend’s basement. It’s large and spacious. I sleep on the couch bed with the same memory foam mattress that I used in the back seat of the Honda. I am going to move the rest of my things from storage and cancel that monthly payment. I am going to cancel my gym membership since I can shower at home now. I don’t like the extra $700 I pay in rent, but it’s the cheapest around, and my place is clean, large, and shared with a loving, Christian family that I trust and feel like care about me. The only drawback is that they don’t allow dogs here. Yet,

I AM SO BLESSED.

My emergency fund and car sinking fund are fully funded. That reminds me of this: 
There is treasure to be desired and oil in the dwelling of the wise; but a foolish man spendeth it up. Proverbs 21:20. 

I updated my financial records. Since the short sale was successful in August, I was able to throw out a lot of old forms related to the property I used to own. My financial bin got lighter. 

My parents’ house is almost complete. New kitchen coutnertops are coming and the last big piece will be installing carpet. My mom has been moving furniture around to prepare for the carpet installation. This summer we started painting rooms. I cleaned all the walls and dusted thoroughly. Mom threw out a tremendous amount of furniture.

I hope that by next summer, when I visit the South again, I can pick up Jefferson and bring him to a new apartment with me. 

My new job pays 10% less than the other. However, that means a dent in my extra savigns, or not beign able to apply so much to debt each month. What it doesn't mean is that I have to reconsider eating, wear clothes past their usable point, or worry about money at night.