If you have no idea what the title of this post means then do not fear because the first time I heard it I didn’t either.
Vasilopita is a Greek tradition celebrated on New Year’s Day where a family or group cut a loaf of bread or cake to see who managed to get the single coin baked inside. Whoever has the coin has luck for the whole year.
In my family it’s my step-father who cuts the cake, then everyone selects a piece for themselves. For anyone who isn’t present at the time; we wrap a slice and set it aside.
In 2019 I wasn’t around for the cutting, so a few days later I opened my saved slice and guess what I found…That’s right! I found the coin!
Looking back on 2019 I can truly say there were some not to great moments (
which are always going to happen) and there were a lot of really awesome moments: I found a job with an amazing work environment. I’m in a relationship with someone who loves me and trash t.v. I went to New York City for the first time. I went back to Chicago for New Years. I got to experience snow. I met my savings goal for the year. My skin cleared up a lot…It was great.
But 2019 is over and you know what that means? Time for VASILOPITA!!!
This time we waited until my siblings and I were all back together to cut the cake and do you know who won? ME. AGAIN. Reigning champion over here and I was one of the last to pick a slice!
Anyway, I know this is a super late New Year’s post, but here’s to 2020!
P.S. the uproar from my siblings when i found it again was hilarious
Have you ever had a feeling something was going to happen and then it did?
In my case it was; you guessed it- car related. About a week about a week or two ago I decided to take my car to the shop once I received my tax refund. There wasn’t anything wrong with my car at the time. I just knew it had been a while and wanted a full maintenance check since I recently decided against applying to graduate school. Everything was going fine until a few days ago when the ‘check engine’ light came on.
I immediately went into overdrive and finagled it so my car was in the shop the very next morning.
Was there one thing wrong? No
Was there two things wrong? Nope.
Three? Still no.
Let’s just say it was enough to where the car stayed overnight and with an estimate of $1,700 worth of repairs. Luckily it wasn’t an engine issue so I was able to pick it up the next morning, but that also meant I needed to cough up that estimate.
Honestly I’m glad I caught it at the stage it was in (
even if it wasn’t great) before things got even worse. There was definitely some initial shock at the price tag, but once it subsided I buckled down to figure out the best way tackle it. Of course this comes at a time when my car insurance payment is just around the corner along with a credit card bill, but you just have to ride with the wave sometimes.
Cars continue to remain the bane of my melodramatic consumer existence and my goal remains to live in a place where I can live without one. Until then though I’m definitely going to the auto-shop more regularly and not those quick oil-change places. Time to really treat my car like the life line it is for me right now.
P.S. I don’t think I ever gave my car a name or if I did I can’t remember it….maybe it’s time?