Weird Spaces pt.1

 Weird spaces.

I almost bought a house in Tampa. 

Well not really but, I went and did a private tour. 

It was this beautiful mid century modern home with a pool. Gated community. It was perfect. 

My job is throwing money at me to try and make me leave NJ. Something regarding corporate taxes.. 

For whatever reason the incentive is highest if I pick to go to Florida. 

Which don't get me wrong.. It has it's upsides. 

No income tax

My parents would be an hour away

My aunt & uncle about the same distance..

Nicer weather all year..

I get money to put towards a house that's forgiven over years. 

Ownership right?

a 3,000 square foot dream home vs. this 1,000 square foot apartment 

But me and my family would leave everything we know here.. 

Social life would hit 0..

Would be a beautiful house to be even more bored and depressed in..

Money isn't everything..

I choose my friendships and love of the little community I do have over that.. I just have to work and pray I can get to MORE money out here so I can afford the same type of thing.. Which in Jersey is like double the price lol 

Just shows how much I'm in a bind.. I want the house.. but at the same time it's like.. that ties me more into this job which.. is trash.. I'm good at it.. but it's trash.. I'm an artist, an entrepreneur.. not a corporate part of a machine that doesn't service me directly.. 


More on this in the next session.


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