When my husband and I were first married, we were both unemployed. I had been working for a floral shop in a town about twenty miles away from the apartment we’d found, and quit my job in order to move. He lost his job the week before the wedding, so there we were, both dead broke. We’d already put a down payment on the apartment and decided to go ahead and move there anyway, and we did, after the honeymoon. We then both went out and pounded the pavement. Following a prompting, we decided not to wait to start our … Continue reading →