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My son moved out on his own this summer. He's living 6 hours away, having found a very cool apartment in a very funky building, which is in the middle of a neighborhood full of character
He was fortunate enough to graduate from college and actually snag a job in his field (music therapy). In fact, he admitted he almost feels guilty taking a paycheck, his work is so enjoyable. Not only does he have fun every day, he gets to wear gym shorts to work sometimes. From my son's perspective, clothing--or a lack of it--is crucial to happiness. He was the kid who refused to apply to be a dorm's RA--Resident Advisor--for two years because if he did that job, he'd have to wear a shirt. Going shirtless and shoeless, no matter what the season, is his normal state.
Okay, he's a musician, so I get his quirkiness. He's also his father's son, and all my son's weird traits came from the paternal pool of DNA. Except for the good quirks. Those ones came from me.
Once the boy moved out, my husband and I had a sudden swell of wealth. We had so much extra money at the end of each month, we recently bought a couple of new vehicles. My husband got a large Lexus truck with a Jack in the Box taco bar in the truckbed. I got a Jag with a neverending chocolate fountain flowing in the back. Where did we get all of this extra moolah? Did I start pole-dancing, and get a fortune thrown at me every night as the audience begs me to "Stop! For the love of man, please stop!" ? Did I sell my fat rolls to some oil speculators?
Nope. All that happened was the boy moving out. And the fortune we're saving is because our grocery bill is 3% of what it used to be.
When he was in high school, the boy and his posse would swoop down on CiCi's Pizza. For a incredibly small amount (under $5?) he could eat all the pizza he wanted. The group of hairy teenagers would have a leisurely lunch or dinner, each one filling up their hollow legs. When he went away to college, he enjoyed the heaped-high trays of dorm food, and will only go to Pasta House on Monday nights, because those are all-you-can-eat evenings.
Once he moved out from under the sheltering umbrella of mom and dad, he went on his first official now-I'm-on-my-own shopping trip. To be completely honest, he had lived in dorm apartments for two years, and had done grocery shopping then, but it was mainly for snacks and "extras" since he relied mainly on the cafeteria food. So he was a bit naive...
When I went for a visit to see his new place, he admitted, "I went grocery shopping, and thought $60 would get me food for a month."
I laughed. And laughed. And laughed.
After my tears stopped and our talk continued, he said, "I bet you and dad are saving lots of money since I moved out."
And indeed we are...
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