This is super interesting. I notice that all of the respondents are women, was this intentional or not?
@Beans The only person I know is my now exboyfriend's exwife. She left a closet full of clothes when they got divorced, which he still had when he and I got together. So we (well, I, actually) sold it all on eBay and made £200-300 which was fun!
Sometimes I feel stressed because I'm in a lot of student debt and my income is variable and I often feel like I don't quite have my head above water. But I'm a happy person because I have good friends, am in a great relationship and feel very satisfied and happy about the work I do. Would more money make me more happy? Probably not, it would just keep me from stressing out every once in awhile. But then I guess my definition of "no money" meaning "lots of debt" is different than "not sure if I can afford food today"
@cmcm Political Science.
@TrotskyHoldsMyiPod Ugh. I *know* that all of these things are true, but I'm currently a part time PhD student paying my own tuition by working part time and running a business whilst also trying to pay off my student loans from undergrad and my masters... Soooo... retirement savings isn't an option anyway.
1. How bad is it that I'm 30 and have no retirement savings?? 2. How bad is it that it doesn't bother me, because the thought of retiring is actually unappealing?
I lived in three different apartments in Canada (all in Montreal), and we did exactly none of these things. It kind of seemed like the law of the land there was "Don't expect the landlord to fix anything ever, but you can do whatever you want to the place as long as you sort out the next person to live there." I never even paid a deposit or even signed a proper lease until I moved to the UK, in fact. I think maybe we only rented from slum landlords, but it all worked out just fine.
I kept my London job (complete with added on "London living allowance") and moved to the very much cheaper second city of the UK, Birmingham. Seemed like a great financial decision, except for the fact that now I have the added expense of frequent journeys back down to London.... and that I now live in Birmingham.
A couple of years ago I was at a cafe, and a guy came up to my table with some convoluted "I need money" story but I shooed him away. As soon as he walked away, I realised that my phone, which had been sitting on the table, was gone. Without even thinking (and leaving my bag and everything else there, thank goodness for other honest bystanders) I chased him out of the cafe and down a busy sidewalk (it was 5pm in central London) screaming at the top of my lungs "HE STOLE MY PHONE! HE STOLE MY F***ING PHONE!!" while people tried to stop/trip him. Finally he fell on the ground, tossed the phone behind him and ran off. So I actually managed to chase down a thief and retrieve my completely undamaged phone... Probably my proudest ever moment.