I spent the better part of today haggling over interests rates and closing costs. What’s funny is that 8 weeks from now I’ll be haggling over $5 accommodation in Bangladesh.
“5 dollars! Are you kidding me?” I’ll say.
“5 dollars is very best deal in all of town. We even have fan.” The innkeeper will say.
“Next door,” I’ll say, “I can stay for 2.50.”
“Next door no have fans.”
I’ll spend the night sweating in the room with no fan, cooled by the knowledge that I saved $2.50. After all, now that I’m a grownup with a mortgage, fans are a luxury I can’t afford.