i’m really looking forward to having a dingy little apartment with peeling wall paper and second-hand furniture, and living off of ramen noodles. call me crazy.
but i think that’s what life as a young adult should be like. you know? i feel like going through the times where you have no money are the times when you live the most. you have to be creative just to get by. it humbles you. you learn to appreciate what you have. those are the ‘good old days.’
yesterday i was talking to my mum about when she and my dad first got together. they’d spend their summer afternoons by the grand river, on a crappy little raft called the, “skinny dipper.” she recalled my dad and a cousin of his remarking, “these are the good old days.” she said she had the time of her life living off hot dogs, renting a crappy little house, having a truck that only got her from point a to point b.
thing is, though, she seems to be obsessed with my security. i told her that i want to go to university and live through the debt. it’s inevitable. you go to school, you end up broke. but she seems to think that i should completely stress myself down to the wire about money. money money money. i hate how much life revolves around monetary gain and value these days.
essentially, i wish i had grown up in another era. in the times when money was worth more and experiences were worth even more than that.