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The five year plan...

Amongst my friends, I've been a bit of an odd-bod (yes, I realise I wrote a post only a few days ago which seemed to suggest I didn't have any friends, but that wasn't what I was saying, in fact, so far I only know of ONE person who actually understood what it was I was trying to say in that post...)...

This time, I've been odd because I've never been interested in owning our own home. In fact, the very idea of getting a mortgage and being all grown up and responsible has made me want to run for the hills! I've enjoyed the financial freedom of being a renter. Sure I'm paying someone else's mortgage, but let's just call that my good deed of the year, ok?

Anyway, in recent months the worm has been wriggling and slowly but surely, starting to turn. And now, finally, I'm ready to admit that I'm tired of renting, and anxious for us to get into our own place.

Not unlike my usual style, my timing for deciding I want to be tied to a mortgage, could almost not be worse. We are now a double Centrelink dependant household. With Dave having been retrenched in April, and being the magical 50 years of age (by magical, I'm referring to that fact that he is now eligible for a range of "seniors" services, because he's apparently "senior"), Dave is now in a position of facing long term unemployment. He's trained in a very youth oriented industry... Uncharacteristically, for him, he has a lot of faith in his ability to gain employment again, but I'm not so sure...

Today we were talking about it and he said that if worst came to worst, he could always train to become a Tafe teacher (his idea of utter HELL! LOL)... But I've been thinking along other lines...

So, my five year plan goes something like this...

Finish my Master of Arts (Creative Writing) by the end of this year.
Enrol in a Writing PhD next year - I have an excellent lead, I just need to show that I can do it!
Contact my local Uni which has a range of writing degrees and see if I can get casual work tutoring, and then try to work my way up to lecturing.

Dave can study/work around me and have Ari while I work. Bryn will be at Kinder next year (hopefully, assuming he gets a placement), and at school the next year.

Aim to put together a solid deposit (because Dave's age might be against us)... Get into our own house by the time Ari starts school... By which time, I might even be Dr Sif Dal... Doc to you! Roflmao!

Those are the broad strokes of the plan, anyway...

Comments

kate said…
iWow Sif! Excellent grand plan I reckon :D
Spiralmumma said…
Sounds like a plan!! hehe
shu said…
wow, Sif Awesome Plan.

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