I recently stumbled across this spreadsheet mixed in with a bunch of math files on an old USB drive.
It’s eye-opening to revisit.
I remember writing this one day, sitting at my desk after work. I had just made the decision to remain in Atlanta for the following school year and give my nascent relationship with Brock a chance.
I was preparing to move out of my friend’s home that had been my sanctuary for a year and into my own place.
My budget was small.
My needs were not.
As you can tell from the spreadsheet (yes, I am a math geek), I had nothing. Not even a towel.
Tier 1 were small and could be purchased early. I bought them about two weeks before moving and stashed them in Brock’s garage. I think he was a little nervous that I was moving in and staking my territory. I wasn’t – it was way too soon for that. I was just being efficient.
Tier 2 was the doozy – items that were still critical (more on the rug later), but also big-ticket. Brock gave me his extra mattress, giving me some breathing room (along with some of the tier 1 items that came as gifts from a housewarming- lifewarming?-party a friend had for me). My debit card was turned down at IKEA because the purchase amount was over my daily limit (what the what is that about???). My credit union was closed on Sunday, so we had to do an elaborate dance of the funds where my dad paid via credit card on the phone and I sent him a check the next day.
The rug stands out. It was pricey and not officially needed.
But it was a seed.
And therefore, important.
Many of the tier 3 and 4 items (lower on the priority list) were never purchased. And that’s okay.
This spreadsheet was part plan.
And part dream.
A ladder from where I was.
To where I wanted to be.
And that same IKEA sofa now sits in our living room, now covered in a more Brock and Tiger-friendly grey slipcover instead of the original white.
And underneath that sofa?
That floral jute rug.
In full bloom now.