I have discovered grocery delivery service is the saving grace of mundanity.
For once, I will give myself a break from lugging groceries home to my second floor apartment and indulge in what many tried and true activists call self-care.
Probably one of my better ideas for this year, this grocery delivery.
It does cost a little more, with a delivery fee (so far it's free, new customer perk you know) and a tip for the delivery person. Though I suppose it's a wash once I calculate the cost of fuel to drive to and from the store, along with the time investment.
It's interesting meeting the folks who deliver groceries. It makes me wish I had more money so I could tip more generously. But I don't, and in fact, I hardly make enough to break even every month -- which is more like a slow sink.
Which creates these weird scenarios of choosing whether I will buy food or pay rent and bills, or whatever I need to do to get through the day or week or month or year whathaveyou.
Affordable housing -- or moreover, the lack thereof (looking at you, Ann Arbor city council) -- can actually destroy a person's life, in case you were wondering. My financial outlook is one of voluminous ruin. Isn't that exciting? So when the privileged folks in the room talk abstractly about affordable housing in the community, as if it's something of vague consequence -- ask them if they have ever experienced excessive education debt, or homelessness, or any kind of economic insecurity at all. Ask them if they know from experience what it means to go through economic hardship.
Because waiting another ten years to implement the promise of affordable housing will be 25 years too late for me.
For once, I will give myself a break from lugging groceries home to my second floor apartment and indulge in what many tried and true activists call self-care.
Probably one of my better ideas for this year, this grocery delivery.
It does cost a little more, with a delivery fee (so far it's free, new customer perk you know) and a tip for the delivery person. Though I suppose it's a wash once I calculate the cost of fuel to drive to and from the store, along with the time investment.
It's interesting meeting the folks who deliver groceries. It makes me wish I had more money so I could tip more generously. But I don't, and in fact, I hardly make enough to break even every month -- which is more like a slow sink.
Which creates these weird scenarios of choosing whether I will buy food or pay rent and bills, or whatever I need to do to get through the day or week or month or year whathaveyou.
Affordable housing -- or moreover, the lack thereof (looking at you, Ann Arbor city council) -- can actually destroy a person's life, in case you were wondering. My financial outlook is one of voluminous ruin. Isn't that exciting? So when the privileged folks in the room talk abstractly about affordable housing in the community, as if it's something of vague consequence -- ask them if they have ever experienced excessive education debt, or homelessness, or any kind of economic insecurity at all. Ask them if they know from experience what it means to go through economic hardship.
Because waiting another ten years to implement the promise of affordable housing will be 25 years too late for me.
