Having paid off all my credit cards, allowed 200 for Brussels spending money, AND booked all my December hotels, to still be only -1100 on my bank is not bad. Still within the limit after all that. It IS turning around. All I had to use my cards for was the £158 return train fare to Vienna and back.
What an amazing experience with Adelina in Manhattan, and with Lucy in 5th, and with Amanda in WSK, and with Manuela in Burggasse Peep. And of course THIS is why I travel. And why I always will. But amazing new revenue source I have discovered, I can have an extra £410 a month for reducing my credit card debts, or for travelling, by NOT going to strip clubs anymore! It is a Eureka moment. I mean obvious, but I had to come to a point where I was capable of stopping. Like it was obvious I had to stop drinking coke, but I had to come to a point where I was capable of stopping.
Giving up strippers means I can keep travelling. The incredible thing is giving up strippers (and reduction of credit card debt accordingly) almost allows me to have my own flat AND keep travelling. That is how much no more strip clubs would save me. Yes, my life is to be lived in permanent condition of travel; to be held always in suspension like piece of silt in a river. To Vienna, to Brussels, always.
Living with —— the worse thing was all my debt was because of giving all my money to our private landlord. At least now I can look at my debt and know this time it was all incurred on pleasure, and pretty much erotic pleasure at that. If you are going to go into debt, nothing better to go into debt over than erotic pleasure. But now I have to give consideration to the roof over my head, and my quality of life when I have to live alone again. I CAN have a wonderful quality of life, based purely on my excellent salary, if only it was not for the debt repayments taking it all away. So a period of sensibleness must ensue, while still allowing myself my occasional pleasures, like Brussels this month and Vienna at Christmas.