The First Day

I remember the first day, August 2nd, 2009. Somewhere in this house I have some notes of the first few days. Maybe some day I will publish them. What I do remember is that the taxi charged me $60 for driving me from the airport to the motel. Two months later I found out it would have cost me $15 more to come all the way to my apartment, and I could have saved the $40 for the motel.

What did I learn? That I valued a good night sleep in a real bed more than the money. Except for a weekend I spent at my girlfriend's house, I have not slept in a real bed yet. It is not a budget priority. I choose to invest all my savings in something else.