I think I may be turning into a miser. That scares me.
I know that I am cheap. I always have been, but lately, I feel like we are better off saving money than doing most things. We still go out every couple of weeks we go for our $20 date-night together. Other than that, we don’t do much.
Todd asked me the other morning, “What do you want for your 30th birthday? Want to go to Ireland?” I said, “I want to be debt free.” He responded, “How do I wrap that up in a box?”
I was completely honest. I want to be out of debt. Plus, everything I enjoy is at home. Not out at a store or restaurant. I enjoy spending time with my husband over a homemade meal, watching movies with him (as long as I am sitting up – so I don’t fall asleep before the previews have completed,) reading, our animals, the garden, the hummingbirds, the flowers.
I have gotten to the point that as much as I love to travel, I don’t want to pay for hotels or meals.
Is it possible to be called a miser when we spend so much?