Carrie Brokeamateurs -

If you had told me two years ago that I would be typing this from a cramped studio apartment, eating ramen with a plastic fork, I would have laughed in your face. Not because I was rich, but because I was a master of the illusion.

Today, I am rebuilding. Slowly. Honestly. And for the first time, I’m not an amateur at being broke. I’m a professional at being real. carrie brokeamateurs

When the rent went up $200, the house of cards collapsed. I had no savings. I had no backup. I had a closet full of shoes I couldn't walk in and a fridge full of condiments. If you had told me two years ago

I sold the rented bag. I canceled the subscription boxes. I learned to cook (badly, but cheaply). I started saying "no" to things that didn't serve my actual bank balance. Slowly