My Money Story: Part VII

My Money Story: Part VII

I’m 34 years old, graduated with honors from one of the top-15 universities in the world, have a “real job”, and I’m broke. This is the story of how I did everything I thought I was “supposed” to do and still found myself 100K in debt and moving back home (to my aunt & uncle’s). Want to start from the beginning? Go to My Money Story: Can I Have A Do-Over?

June 26, 2018

Selling things is becoming addicting. 

This may be due, in part, to the fact that I’ve had some of this stuff for years, giving me just enough distance from the original purchase to forget how much I ACTUALLY paid for it. 

So instead of feeling like I’m losing money, it feels like I’m making it.

Plus, in a way, it’s kind of exciting – especially for someone (me) who is used to over planning and over analyzing things. I may not know EXACTLY what’s going to happen on any given day, but I typically know (and have relentlessly planned) the bullet points.

But now, when I wake up in the morning I have no idea that by the end of the day I could have sold two of my things and made $100.

I know, I know, you’re on the edge of your seat with excitement.

The point is, as it turns out, selling my stuff is a lot easier than I thought it’d be. I thought I’d be sad and sentimental instead of excited. But, it makes me wonder if the reason it’s been easy is because the things I’ve sold thus far had little meaning to me.

Will it be different when I’m selling my actual stuff? Only time will tell. 

In the meantime, I’m working on a few more tasks for Operation Sell All My Things. Only, now, I’m not selling things – I’m returning them. 

From small things, like the extra dinnerware I didn’t use for a photo shoot, to the most expensive item I returned – a Porch Potty.

What is a Porch Potty, you ask? 

It’s like a litter box for dogs, only with synthetic grass instead of litter. I bought it for PJ when I moved into this apartment, with the hope that I could leave my sliding glass door cracked open while I was at work and she could let herself outside to go potty.

The problem (which I should have foreseen) is that PJ is afraid of most inanimate objects – Porch Potty included. Which means it’s been sitting unused on my porch since I bought it. Did I mention that it wasn’t cheap?

To be fair, it wasn’t an actual Porch Potty – it was a knockoff. Either way though, it was expensive and, thus far, has been a waste of money.

Fortunately, the kind staff at the store I bought it from let me return it for store credit, which means that:

  • a. They have a customer for life
  • b. I now know how much I paid for it – $187 for the Porch Potty knock off + cleaning spray.
  • c. It’s no wonder I can’t pay my rent if I’m spending that much on something PJ won’t even use.
  • d. At least I know that if I’m homeless PJ will be able to eat.

On the selling front, I listed a few more of my things today. Including brushed nickel bedside and table lamps, wall vases, and a mahogany framed mirror – all from Pottery Barn.

It seems to be a lot less stressful if I list things in batches. Otherwise, it just feels too overwhelming.

But, with only 5 1/2 weeks until I move (give or take – I haven’t settled on an ACTUAL date yet), I won’t have the luxury of batch listing for long.

Want to know how this whole thing started?

Go to My Money Story: Can I Have a Do-Over to start from the beginning.

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