Under all that is my disaster fund. Every penny I have to my name. Money my dad has always said I should spend on something foolish. I should probably open a bank account, but the idea of having a bank account makes me sad. It’s not like I have a car or nice clothes that I can look at and be reminded of how hard I’ve worked over the last two years. So there’s something therapeutic about laying out all my cash and being able to place an actual value on myself. It’s like finally having an answer to a question you’ve wondered about your whole life.
