Craigslist is a classified advertisements website with sections devoted to jobs, housing, for sale… Today, I finally posted some for sale on Craigslist.
My Oxford-green bike…
My plywood coffee table…
My sturdy drying rack…
Over the course of three years, I bought them all fresh out of the beige boxes.
A single child at heart, I was never a fan of hand-me-downs.
Friend helped me buy everything on Wayfair and the rest from IKEA. We even bought canvas paintings to give the apartment a little more flavor…
I asked her if it was worth it.
Friend brushed my doubt aside, “You would stay in this apartment for three years at least.”
I believed her. I wanted to. And I chose to.
Truth is, I didn’t want to doubt my future in America. And I didn’t want to be the one to doubt. Secretly, I thought I could blame my friend for wasting my money later if things went south.
Now is later. A full year later.
When I got up this morning, I made a decision.
One post after another, I listed my babies on Craigslist.
One item after another. I detached myself from them. I have to stop loving them before I say goodbye. They are out in the world on display. Because I can’t protect them any longer.
I don’t have to rely on the fishy landlord to give me a decent price for my babies.
At least now I may have some leverage, some control in this life that is pulling me in all directions.
I still need to take photos to make the ads more believable…
But now, I just want to take a moment and hold my aching heart.
I vow that I won’t be this ‘lavish’ again until I have $1m in my bank account.
Let’s see how long that might take.