This morning while I was waiting for the bus it occurred to me that even though I’m living at home to save money, not a lot of money is actually being saved. I’m spending less than I would if I lived on my own, but the nest egg I was hoping to work on just isn’t happening. It’s sort of sad. I don’t have very many expenses, but they’re all pretty big (I can’t believe people expect me to pay back student loans! I thought they were just an unpleasant concept, like my own mortality, and would loom menacingly, but not descend), and I can only work three days a week because of my class schedule. To top off my glum realization, I packed a sad lunch of plain green beans and spinach, and when noon rolled around I just couldn’t face it. Fortunately, I work with my mother, and she was happy to take me out. We went across the street to the cafe in the public library, and had a really nice lunch, and now I feel better. We split a roast beef sandwich, and my mom had a small salad, and I had a cup of Italian Wedding soup (so so delicious). We also split a giant white chocolate macadamia nut cookie, which was delightful. Thus fortified, it’s hard to feel really grim about anything. Money sucks, and not having any sucks most of all, but there are currants in the cake, and surprise lunches with your mom in the middle of the week are one of them.