My husband is a welder, surprise! No, really, if you know anything about welding you know that they make good money, but they make even better money when they hit the road. And then there's me, a college dropout with a toddler stuck to my hip and no way to really make a substantial income. Daycare you say? HA! Those rates are about as outrageous as our recent government shut down. Get my drift? So my husband is the breadwinner. Period, point blank.
And then there are the bills. Who woulda thunk that the real world would be so hard? It's incredible that bills come every month. Really, Our bills had gotten so out of hand that it didn't matter that my husband was working 60 hour weeks. We were still drowning in debt. How is that fair? But it was reality. I had not bought clothes from anywhere but Goodwill in years. Serious troubles I mean.
So our lease was ending on our apartment and we had nowhere to go. We didn't want to stay in an underkept, overcharged complex anymore. And then my husband comes home one day and says hey baby, there's a job in New Mexico and it's paying good money. Wanna go?
Yup, I did. What other choice did we have at this point? One of our cars had just blown up, the other was getting there, and we had just been forced to buy a new truck because of it.
We were going to New frickin' Mexico whether I liked it or not.
So, here we are. 1400 miles away from a babysitter and any hope of cooler weather. The apartment is packed away in a storage unit and a motel room has become our new home. Suddenly a strange town full of alien memorabilia and lots of Spanish speaking people has become my backyard.
Let the adventures begin!