Today is the first day of a new year. It’s the day when we vow to become better people, in one way or another. It’s a new beginning; the slate is wiped clean and the next 364 days loom ahead, full of promise.
This year, however, is not one I’m looking forward to. There are things from 2015 that will be cleared up in 2016, and one of them involves us moving from our home, when our bank tells us to. The physical health of family members, in both my immediate and extended family, is uncertain. Whether this will determine where we ultimately end up living is up in the air right now.
Another concern is that if we move, how many of my son’s college credits will move with him to his next school? How far behind will he fall if he switches universities?
We qualified for an Obamacare subsidy for 2016, due to one of our family being unemployed, but if a job is obtained, will we lose the subsidy that we received at our current income level? And if so, how will we afford the full monthly premium, which will be nearly $2,000?
And finally, we will need to find an apartment that will allow us to have a large-breed dog. Moving without him cannot even be considered. He’s as much a part of our family as any of us are. And, through thick and thin, he’s always there to add joy and comfort.
The events of this year appear daunting and demoralizing, but our big, happy Golden Retriever will soften all of the sharp edges and make life bearable, and much happier than it would be without him.
When all seems lost, turn to a four-legged friend. They know what’s important.