I worry about money. All the time. I think about it all the time. I count ahead in my calendar, adding and subtracting as I go, to see when I might have enough money to feel comfortable again. I lose my breath, and straight up have trouble breathing, just trying to not worry about money.
I thought when I got hired full time with a salary this would change. When I was working a $9 an hour part time retail job I justified my constant fear with the fact that, well, this was in fact a $9 an hour job that couldn’t hire me full time and I was living in New York.
When I was hired at the firm that now employs me, I felt as though all my problems had been cured. I knew something was wrong with the fact that I thought money would cure my life, but I couldn’t help it. I was just so happy. I could pay rent, bills, and maybe get a drink during happy hour! Heck, maybe I would even buy lunch once in a while. Goodbye, sandwich bags and cheesesticks. Hello, tomatoes on my sandwiches and Chobani yogurts.
Beautifully written! And, like someone else pointed out - you are not alone.
Here’s hoping for a brighter, more prosperous future for all of us.
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An endearing glimpse into living life with student loans.
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achrayes said: You’re not alone. I’m going to be paying for ~$800/month and I’m trying to move to London. :-|
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