Personal Stories

Worth Waiting For: A Love Story

They did not speak English or take credit cards. We didn’t have cell phones. It was 8:30 on the first morning of our honeymoon, and we were already screwed.

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College Work-Life Balance

When you’re in college and work on the side, your day fills up pretty quickly.

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Craigslist, ETC.

For a few months in the fall of 2012, I became something of an expert in Craigslist studies. A recent college graduate, I was a part-time unpaid intern and part-time retail employee. New to New York, I lived with four other underemployed recent grads in a three-bedroom apartment in Bed-Stuy, sleeping on the top bunk of an IKEA children’s bunk bed called “TROMSO.” I was living mainly on graduation gift money and savings from a summer spent working at UPS, supplemented by my $10 an hour retail gig. After one too many meals of $1 Trader Joe’s spaghetti noodles, I found a solution: Craigslist studies.

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Spiritually Bankrupt: How I Went Broke Trying To Teach Yoga

After the completion of my 500 hours of yoga teacher training, I was entitled to sub at the yoga studio for $25 a class, minus taxes. Most of the classes were early in the morning and late at night, so I sprinted across town from dawn to dark. I stalked pregnant yoga teachers, waiting for them to go on maternity leave.

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Moving for a Relationship and Lessons From My Immigrant Parents

In August 2011 I’d just finished a year of wobbly misery in beautiful South Korea—teaching English—and by the end of it I had several thousand dollars and nothing else. I’d gone to Korea to travel and instead found myself in a swirling pool of depression, unable to connect with most of the excited ex-pats I spoke to, and unwilling to do the work to bridge the gap between myself and Koreans. This slow melt of melancholy meant that I rarely went out of my way to spend money on things, which allowed me to save more money than I knew what to do with. By the end I needed a break, so I took those thousands and went away to bum around in Southeast Asia.

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Symbolic Purchases

Every week for the past 18 weeks, I’ve gone to the same restaurant in downtown San Luis Obispo and ordered the exact same thing: One pulled pork sandwich on a French roll. It’s $7.82 with tax.

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WWYD: “I May Have Just Fallen For My 1st Scam”

A few days after I sent the application he “approved” me and asked me to wire $2700 — security deposit and first month’s rent — to his California bank account before I could receive the keys in the mail. He also drew up and signed a simple lease agreement for me to sign and return, but it lacked important details: i.e., it had the street address of the condo, but not the specific unit

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Broke With Bad Skin, UNTIL …

Two weeks later I opened a Secret Santa gift and found a Clarisonic Mia. It retails for about $99, and as far as I’m concerned the Rx stuff can suck it.

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How People Without Parents Do Money

Theoretically, it’s our parents who teach us about money, the technicalities of how to handle it, but also how we might feel about it as a concept and approach it through a moral lens. But what about when our parents die before they can teach us anything?

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Open Thread: Parental Assistance

Today’s post about the 31-year-old who lives at home gave me the idea that we should have an open thread about how much help we take or took from our parents, or how much we help our parents instead. I’ll volunteer to go first!

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