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Sep. 19th, 2005 08:02 amI accidentally said "I love being rich" out loud. I'm not embarrassed by the feeling, though I was a bit embarrassed that my sake-addled mouth expressed it thusly. Feeling rich to me means I don't worry about making the rent, I have a little savings, and every once in a while, I can buy a bunch of clothes.
Thinking about this made me remember how it was six years ago. My soon-to-be-ex-husband dragged us from Boston to San Francisco, where we were theoretically going to be actually rich, but in reality lived in a really nice apartment we constantly worried about paying for. One of my most vivid memories is taking the $20 we had for groceries for the week and managing to feed eight starving dot-commers who were all making six figures on paper but who probably weren't going to eat again for a while. We were in a beautiful city, but there was a hole in our little boat, and we were headed for the bottom.
It's possible the whole San Francisco experience might have made me a little weird about money.
I learned that all the money management skills in the world can't help you if you have no money to manage. I learned that my parents weren't kidding about savings accounts. I learned you can feed eight starving dot-commers for less than $20 if you have a good lentil stew recipe. I learned that I never want to feel that helpless and scared again.
Link goes to ex-hubby's take on the surreal tale of the little dot-com that couldn't
Thinking about this made me remember how it was six years ago. My soon-to-be-ex-husband dragged us from Boston to San Francisco, where we were theoretically going to be actually rich, but in reality lived in a really nice apartment we constantly worried about paying for. One of my most vivid memories is taking the $20 we had for groceries for the week and managing to feed eight starving dot-commers who were all making six figures on paper but who probably weren't going to eat again for a while. We were in a beautiful city, but there was a hole in our little boat, and we were headed for the bottom.
It's possible the whole San Francisco experience might have made me a little weird about money.
I learned that all the money management skills in the world can't help you if you have no money to manage. I learned that my parents weren't kidding about savings accounts. I learned you can feed eight starving dot-commers for less than $20 if you have a good lentil stew recipe. I learned that I never want to feel that helpless and scared again.
Link goes to ex-hubby's take on the surreal tale of the little dot-com that couldn't
