You want to move out of Mom’s house. But you’re broke.
You save for a down payment. You’re broke.
You buy a house. You’re really broke.
You have nothing in the house, save for the roommates remaining 3 kitchen appliances and a giant “playpen for adults” sofa (according to Mike’s grandma). Still pretty broke.
All of a sudden, life is so different. Instead of 23, you worry you may have jumped into 40-something territory. Instead of watching the Laker game at the local shitty dive, you’ve spent 3 hours at Lowe’s and still are staring at curtain rods. Even the lipstick lesbian cashier says “You guys are still here?!” She only remembers us because we are probably the only customers since 1986 to ask “Do you sell Clap-On lights?”
Erratically indecisive. And extremely broke.
This is just an adjustment period right? Right?
