And so it started...

Being rich has always been a goal of mine. This did not include being in debt, but there I was, in debt. Obviously the way to fix this situation was to find a higher paying job. This was not going to happen in the sticks of the Sacramento Valley, so I moved back to the bay area and in with my folks. Lower expenses, bigger paycheck, here I come.

Well, at first, this was exactly correct. I was able to find a job working in the wonderful world of High-Tech, and living with mom and dad was significantly cheaper than living on my own. In a matter of weeks, I was able to pay off my bills and I was debt free. Life was good. I was 23 or so, had a good job, and I had no debt. My girlfriend had moved to the bay area too, and there was little to complain about...well except that I lived with my folks and I had a girlfriend, things needed to change.

I moved out of my folks house a few months after having arrived there. A few friends from high-school and I found a place together and that is where I hung my hat. It was a great experience and we had a good time. One of the guys, not me, took care of all of the bills and just collected money from us. I paid my credit card bills when I remembered (which was not often enough) and I went on my merry way.

(There is a reason for all of this background information. I think there is atleast. First, it here because I have a large ego, and I like to write about myself. Second, and hopefully more importantly, it is to show that one can make mistakes along the way, and still end up on the right path at some point. It will also show that even though one can be on the right path, they can still fall off...as I am about to do AGAIN)

So, a few years after I moved back to the bay area, I decided it was time for a new job. I was doing really well financially at my current job, but I was not happy. Do not get me wrong, at this point in my life, I was sure that money still equalled happiness, but something was amiss. So, I decided to take a different job that paid me about 50% of what I had grown used to making. I was 26 years old, and I was stepping down from about $55-60K per year to $29K per year. Let the mayhem ensue.

Until later,

Thejester