This is a repost of material from an earlier blog. It provides just a bit of background on my financial history.
Welcome! I’m not sure how to get started, so I guess I’ll just jump in. We are in debt. Specifically, we have credit card debt. A lot of it. We have other types of debt (a mortgage, relatively small student loans, and a car loan) as well, but for now I am concentrating on the credit card debt, as it takes the most displine to tackle. I probably shouldn’t bore you with the details of how we got here, but I will. Plus, it kind of helps me to get all this down, and kind of get through the mindset and habits that got me here.
I spent the entire 1990s in college. The first six years of that was entirely debt-free. I went to engineering school at a state university on a full scholarship, including room and board. The first 2 years of undergrad I worked and lived at home during the summer, which provided me with ample spending money for my meek geek-girl lifestyle, which consisted of hanging with my boyfriend, watching TV, and eating out a few times a week. The last two years of undergrad I lived in an apartment, which was more expensive than the dorm, but I easily supplemented my stipend income by working a variety of part-time jobs: waitress, mail clerk, and even cow-milker (Hey, my college had an ag school and one of my friends was also student worker on the research farm. Horrible hours, but it didn’t require me to deal with idiots who complained about the way their 99-cent hashbrowns were cooked, see above re: waitress.) The first 2 years of grad school were also uneventful, I attended the same university as I did for undergrad, continued with the part-time work, and finished my master’s degree debt-free.
Then I decided to get a Ph.D. Within a few months, I had moved to much larger and more expensive city, I started dating a new man (the current Mr. Debtor), and since all my college and M.S. friends had graduated and moved on as well,, suddenly my network of close friends were spread all over the Southeast. So I started school, and it was difficult, and some of the people were really crappy, and I was homesick and miserable, and Mr. Debtor was in a shite job that he hated, so HE was miserable, and I went through the day-by-day slog towards my Ph.D. depressed and angsty. So I escaped, in my little free time, into hobbies I could ill afford. Like decorating my apartment. Shopping (for clothes, mostly, dressing much better than my position or income could justify). Visiting friends on the weekends (which usually involved lots of drinking, dancing, and eating out, all of which I couldn’t afford.) Buying movies and LOTS of books. Obsessing over music, and buying CDs like it was going out of style.
Because of my shopping, things that I should have been able to afford went on my credit card. New glasses. Vet bills. Medical bills. Car repairs.
Looking back, I think I was somewhat addicted to shopping. Buying something new and shiny made me unreasonably happy - it provided a bright spot in my otherwise stress-fraught existence. If I was particularly fraught, I would go to this HUGE suburban mall and just walk around, sometimes for hours. It was calming, the possibility of acquisition. I remember one time I spent about $800 in a single month on “stuff”. So was I worried about my spending? Not really. I could pay my bills on time no problem, and I when I graduated, I was going to get a great job where I could pay everything of quickly, right?
Well, kind of. I did get a good job, finally. But it came after a postdoc, a move, and a horrible six months in which my husband and I had to live apart while maintaining 2 households. (He started school in another state, while my defense was pushed back several months due to my advisor being unavailable for various, though good, reasons.) In that six months, we lived largely on credit. We accumulated $15,000 of debt in that time. That seems high, but it included relocation expenses, deposits for utilities, and some tuition payments, as well as living expenses. My husband wasn’t working and I was in school on a small stipend.
Again, were we stressed? Not really! School was Temporary Thing. We were Responsible Adults. We never paid our bills late. Things were going to be better Sometime Soon. We never realized what bad habits we had.
Well, Sometime Soon is now. We have changed our habits. We are older and wiser. And yet still, we are not making as much progress as we would like. Why? Well, life changes. You get real jobs, but then you buy a house. Expenses come up. Because you are making good money, you do spend on bigger things. You can afford to pay a huge chunk of change to the credit card companies each month, stick some in savings, and still do a home improvement project or two.
But I feel this is not enough.
OK, the numbers. I don’t even know how much CC debt I had when I graduated. I never added it all up. I was stupid. I paid way more than the minimum on each card for the 2 years of my post-doc, though. When I got my “real” professional job, I upped the amount. That was for about a year. Then, a couple years ago, I started to get really serious about things. The tally at that point:
9/08/2006: $37,618
For the next post, I am going to calculate where we stand today, which will be the true debt “starting point” for this blog.
This post was written almost 2 years ago, before I got pregnant. Our situation is even more dire now, because we need to be smarter. Our living expenses have skyrocketed, and now more than ever we need to look to the furture.