When I first started working, I spent money indiscriminately. My then-boyfriend (now husband) and I were living in a tiny shoebox unit in the middle of the city, and spending money made us happy.
Useless objects, littered around our house. No thought for the future.
We were young, and growing up seems oh so far away when you’re 17 and 23. Who needs to save money? One day in the future, we’d be grown ups and things would magically work themselves out.
Isn’t this the fairytale we’re all taught? That our twenties are only practise for our “real lives” which will start at some undetermined point down the track.