Seeing movies in the theater, even a matinee, is a luxury for the poor. While I was in grad school (5 years), I probably saw about five or six movies at the theater, and some of them were paid for by someone else.
Reading is free. Living close to a good library will ensure a lifetime of entertainment.
Get used to watching TV on a 13" that only gets a two or three channels…none of which you really like. If you have a hard time handling this, then you’ll have a hard time being poor.
Keep in mind that as people get older, they become interested in new hobbies. Some of which may be pricey. When I was in college, I didn’t have time for hobbies. Now, I like doing arts and crafts and playing my keyboard. Tomorrow, it may be something else.
The worse thing about being broke is longing to do stuff (like traveling, hosting nice dinner parties, taking up a cool hobby, etc.) but not being able to afford it.
It depends. If you’re making $12,000, you’re going to be making a bunch more sacrifices than if you’re making $20,000, regardless of where you live.
When I lived on $12K, I couldn’t afford namebrand foods. I couldn’t afford to spend more than $15 on groceries. I would eat saltines for lunch. I had to buy a winter coat from the Goodwill. My mother had to buy my plane tickets for Thanksgiving. My biggest “fun” in the morning was getting onto the NJ Transit train during rush hour and hoping the conductor wouldn’t take my ticket. But I wasn’t too poor that I had to sell my mountain bike (a gift from my sister) or my computer. And I had two kitty cats too.
When I got a raise to $16,000, I became a little more carefree. I could afford to go to Target every once and a while and buy new clothes or furniture. I could go into NYC on the weekend and go to a fleamarket and maybe buy something. I took my sister to see a show at NJ PAC. I took my other sister and aunt to see a Broadway show. I finally got cable. I still couldn’t buy a whole lot at the grocery store, but at least I wasn’t eating saltines for lunch.
When I got another job in addition to my fellowship and started making close to $20,000, I felt like I was “rich”. When my car busted its radiator ($500), I paid for it without breaking a sweat. For Christmas, I was able to send a basket of fruit and chocolate to a nice administrator in my office, in addition to other Christmas presents. I got myself a $100 keyboard and bought a laptop (albeit refurbished). I went to Puerto Rico for 10 days and then went on a cruise seven months later. With what I was getting paid, I was able to save enough so that when I became unemployed, I had enough to survive on for four months.
So to me, $20,000–even in northern NJ–wasn’t poor at all (granted, I was living in dismal low-income housing). $16,000 wasn’t that bad. $12,000 was as close to poor as I hope to ever be, but even that wasn’t as bad as it could have been. I became a more resourceful person and more appreciative of things, but it didn’t give me any special insight into the world of poverty. Living on $12,000 with four kids to feed…that’s poor!
(Note that I only lived on 12K for a couple of years. Living on 12K isn’t that bad when you know it’s not going to last forever. It sucks tremendously if you know that’s your only lot in life and you’ll never be able to satisfy your hopes and dreams.)