About a year and a half ago, my bestie and I were standing in the kitchen of our house. I was underemployed and beginning to freak out because I was going to have to dip into my savings account that month to pay rent.
“I really don’t want to,” I said. “I hate taking anything out of my savings account when I don’t know when I can replace it.”
“Wow,” she responded. “You’re such an adult. I don’t even have a savings account.”