I feel you on this, and I will say that it seems like student loans are the biggest killer of house…
Joanna Trieger

I don’t think so? I think that’s a punishment, to be honest. The rich are winning the war, but I will win this small battle.

I actually commented on Meaghan’s “Store food” article about eating out for lunch and this was my comment: I work in academia, and this year, I ate ONE lunch out. I had about 5 lunches planned out for staff and business meetings, but I ate a lunch that I brought to work every dang day for almost 9 months. I have celiac disease, eating out is a risk anyway. I got a bunch of coupons for Minute rice when I went to a gluten free food festival. This week is free rice with roasted broccoli and tomatoes, last week was black beans and free rice. I drive an 02 ford that I paid cash for and I bought three shirts last year. I had the world’s worst subletter last summer and his girlfriend left behind industrial bottles of shampoo and conditioner: I have been washing my hair for free for a year. I have a costco membership free from work and I buy everything in bulk. I have a roomate and have gone paperless to save money on my insurance. I am a tight wad in every sense. (My two vacations were jump offs from friend’s weddings. The beach stay is something I do with my mom every year and we like memories better than houses.) I have several side hustles, so don’t even get me started on that noise. These articles make me feel like I am screaming into the wind on occasion.

I have doubled my student loan payments in order to be done in the next two years. (When people express jealousy of the dwindling student loans, I am a saint and do not mention the used shampoo thing. They will get jealous of my free Tres Emme for damaged and dry hair. My hair is not dry or damaged, but the shampoo appears to be working fine.) Then I will have house money. Being a person is exhausting.

AND BEFORE ANYONE GIVES ME GUFF: my job puts 9.5 percent also in a retirement. My total retirement is 15.5 each year, I’m watching out.

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