I’m in on the anti-buying thing.
I’m going into the Peace Corps. Assuming I can get my shit together and fill out the eighteen thousand pieces of paper they sent me a week back that I haven’t even looked at, I’m supposed to go to Central Asia in August. I have a workable, but not totally insignificant, credit card debt that I want to get paid off before I go off to live in in Uzbekistan or wheverever. Plus, I have to get my stuff to California, where my storage facility (ie, mom and dad’s house) is. Renting a U-Haul, paying for three days of gas and lodging, yeah, I’m looking forward to that. (Anyone live on I-80 between Illinois and California and willing to let me crash on their couch in late July/early August?)
End result: I am poor. Poor poor poor. I sent my credit card company almost half of my income last month. And I have to keep this up for the next six months. In truth, it’s not like I need any more books or yarn, but…I like books and yarn! They’re so pretty! And shiny! And they want me to own them! And shoes, too, they want me to own them too. Okay, I’m probably not going to need strappy sandals in Azerbaijan, but YOU NEVER KNOW.