Shortly after Christmas, I moved in with my boyfriend. But it wasn't necessarily happening because we wanted it to. To make a long story short, the living situation I had planned fell apart on me pretty suddenly, and he offered to take me in. My only other option was uprooting everything I'd built for myself, and moving back in with my mother — over 100 miles away. There were a few things I knew would have to happen right off the bat in order to keep the peace between us. And as a result of the following tactics, we haven't had a single problem with this living situation.
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I know that volunteering would be an amazing way to gain the experience that I need, but with graduation quickly coming and all my debt looming in the distance, I worry if I can afford it and if it's worth the risk. Then again, I have had a few professors tell me that I should get a job instead of volunteering or interning, but I worry that no one will hire me due to lack of experience.
I have a few things that always seem to be in use, like my laptop, mobile phone, and a jug I use all the time. The sensible-to-me place for these things is wherever I am right now. Which is fine, except when people come over I don't have anywhere to put them. What solutions do my Homies use to store these things that are "always" in use, without giving up valuable space for the odd times these things need put away?
My fiancé has always loved travel, and was saving up for a year long road trip cross-country to take with his brother after he finished grad school and his brother got out of the army. When his brother passed away in Afghanistan in 2010, our lives were shattered pretty completely. His death impacted everything, and left us in the center of this desolate vortex of grief. Not knowing how else to proceed we kept moving and decided to still take the trip together. So on a hot sweltering day in July, we packed the Volvo and drove off.
I have had a love/hate relationship with Facebook since the get-go. Yet, most of my online family, as well as former co-workers, classmates, and even long lost friends and family now connect there. Then the holidays came this year. A time of numerous social gatherings with friends and family you don't see nearly enough. And a little phrase kept sticking in my brain. The first time I kind of just laughed it off. "Oh yeah, I saw that on Facebook." Could I be divulging too much on social media?
So I decided to try my accidental experiment. I deactivated my Facebook account.
Any food-enthusiasts and Michelin star freaks out there? If you're thinking of taking a culinary-inspired trip, you'll want to eat up all the details of Lydia and Johan's foodie honeymoon to Cartmel, England.
In recent years, I've begun to develop my own theory: people are either movers or stayers. I've met people who have lived in the same town their whole lives, and never felt the need to leave. I've met others who have "itchy feet" and are constantly on the move: six months here, two years there. So, I'm a little curious, Offbeat Homies: where do you fall on the mover/stayer spectrum?
I'm a 27 year-old mother of one, part-time barista, freelance editor, and clueless investor. I've only got a little to spare, risk makes me nervous, and I am CLUELESS when it comes to funds/stocks/bonds/etc. Does anyone have any advice on the best ways to start growing a tiny nest egg?