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buying something nice for myself.
I wanted a house.
Not a mansion.
Not a showpiece.
Just a modest home in the suburbs of Denver with a backyard where I could plant flowers.
A living room big enough to host friends.
Walls that belonged to me.
I started saving seriously when I was 24, right after my first promotion.
I set up automatic transfers.
I created a separate continue reading …
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