March 12th, 2004
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Stop living like you’re in college
I’ve always been a pretty thrifty guy, I get it from my dad (at least my dad of fifteen years go). From a little creativity, coupled with the sanitary and nutritional tolerance of a hobo, I’ve managed to live a very economical life up to this point: unlimited meal plans, daily specials, point cards, dollar stores. I somehow rationed nine months of shaving on a single can of foam (and I beard quite quickly). One mechanical pencil, books reread, games bought five years after initial release. More than half of my wardrobe is goodwill, second hand, or over eight years old. I have at least three complete outfits that I’ve been wearing since the eigth grade. Living in the center of one of the most expensive cities in the world on fifteen hundred dollars a month is no simple task.
So despite being paid vritually half that of my American counterparts, I still have more money than I can manage to use. But moving into a new apartment owning practically nothing, I’m faced with a dilemma- to what extent and in what manner do I furnish my new domicile? Decisions, decisions…
