Squalor: The Year From Hell

Walker and I are going to be living in squalor next year. Well, that might be a slight exaggeration but things are not looking good for our future.

On the one hand, Walker is going to have a great facility. His new box stall will be bigger than his current one. There's a wash stall and a huge indoor arena. There's even a hot walker (a walker for Walker!).

On my end, my apartment, whichever one I choose to take, will be semi-decent. I'm either getting a washer/dryer included or I will have a hookup to put in my own. I am getting a two bedroom since, frankly, prices for one bedrooms were about the same and I have a lot of stuff.

The problem lies in the money. You see, it turns out I'm quite destitute. Shocker! :p

If I were a normal girl without a horse, my money situation would be fine. After all, my law firm does pay its students handsomely.

If I were the better half of a couple (or even the worse half), I would be doing great because we could share some expenses and I wouldn't have to worry about rent the way I am.

Alas, I am single female horse owner who has an astronomical debt living in a city where they overcharge you to live in a crack house.

After doing up my finances (and freaking out about how I was going to pay my bills), I had these somber discoveries re: Walker:

- I will not be able to buy Walker a new saddle like planned unless several thousand dollars falls from the sky
- I will not be able to show at all regardless of his health
- I don't think I can even afford lessons which probably upsets me the most (although I may be able to work for some or else throw in the odd private with my new barn owner)
- if Walker gets sick at all, I will not have the money to pay for it and will need to rely on the generosity of my parents (who also probably don't have the money to pay for it)
- whatever Walker might remotely need over the next year, I will need to buy it within the next two weeks before my line of credit gets cut off

On another somber note, my Baker breeches finally came in. I ordered the size I order in all my pants and breeches even though the Baker reviews suggested they run small. And guess what. They didn't fit. They were too BIG.

To make matters worse (because every cloud has a darker lining too), I had a pair of breeches to exchange when I got there.  They were a gift from my mother but it was past the date to bring them back.  They took the breeches (thankfully) but they would only give me a credit - not to be used for later, but to be used for right then and there.  So because my breeches didn't fit, I wasted almost $100 wandering around the store and buying Walker things he didn't need (like shipping boots, standing wraps, syringes, and lead lines).  Because you always need something at the tack store, until you have 10 minutes before your next apartment appointment and suddenly can't think of one thing that you actually need.

Welcome to a sampler of my life over the last couple of weeks.  Just one thing after another.