I’m clever enough with math to understand that this means chopping off 50 percent of my income as soon as it hits my checking account and stuffing it somewhere else, but I hadn’t quite realized what that would feel like in practice.
It’s time to check in on our debt payments and savings goals again.
Pull up those balances!
I went to an open house for an apartment this weekend, because the money is hypothetically an apartment fund, but in New York I might as well be wishing for a unicorn.
As it turns out, you can’t merely wave your hand in a languorous way and say, “Be a dear and invest it in low-cost index funds won’t you, Philip? There’s a good chap.” I mean, for one thing, who is Philip, is he the butler? And if so how does he have access to the accounts?