Me me me!

My name is Jenny.

I'm 25. Born and raised in the Chicago area.

There are a few constants in life. My dog loves me. We're all going to die one day. And the Cubs have an uncanny ability for enducing heart attacks.

I am the oldest. I have a younger brother and both my parents have been married for 26 years. Life is not perfect. I was ok with where I was at in life. I have a great job I've been doing for about a year. One of those "grown up" jobs. Then we all got a swift kick in the ass.

My brother decided to run off and play soldier with the Marine Corp. He's currently in boot camp. I'm currently a little...concerned. He's done something neither of us have done: leave home. While I refuse to count this as officially moving out (all his shit is still in his room) I do acknowledge he's taken a step I haven't.

This year I've decided I'm moving out. Could I make this easy and move into an apartment somewhere? Of course. But no, Jen doesn't do easy. I'm gunning for the big leagues: a mortgage. Eeep. Realistically a townhome or condo. It's just me. And I don't cut grass. Throwing a further wrench into everything I have to stay in city limits due to my job.

I have goals. Like losing 100 pounds in the next year. (I am ambitious) Maybe the stress of my quest for La Casa de Jen will help. My other goal is to be debt free by July of this year. See, I have a problem with shopping. I just paid off a credit card and a loan taken out to repair my car. I have two credit cards left to pay off. That's it. I want to move into my new place debt free.

I haven't the slightest clue of what I'm doing. I'm learning as I'm going. I'm doing a lot of growing up this year. Losing weight, moving out, settling into my job, dealing with my brother being in the military, and other misc adulthood issues that I'm sure will pop up. Like dating. I attract freaks. FREAKS!

Maybe I'm a little over my head.