Notes from a Life Without a Salary (So Far)

Last night we visited friends. I loved their apartment: light pouring in, designer furniture, view on the lake and a large garden. And I caught that little voice inside me: “If you had kept working, you could afford this…” But what is “this”? Designer furniture? A full wardrobe? A sports car? Not really. Even when I was working and earning well, I never felt the need for expensive things. Letting…