Every Cent In April
April is my first full month in the new place. Until moving out, I'd never in my real "adult" life had to worry about-- even really think about-- finances. I'm not counting grad school or college, because while technically an adult, those are weird, hazy times of a strange sort of delayed adolescence, in which both I and my friends behaved as hybrids between youth and adults, drinking and eating irresponsibly and staying up too late and studying and thinking vague thoughts about idealistic futures in big cities with expensive suits. I have suits. They're midrange. I bought them all years ago. I think my ex has claimed most of them now, to be honest. I mostly wear jeans or business casual these days because as I advanced in my career, I found myself behind a desk instead of meeting with clients or in court. But. Back to finances. Every Cent in April. Because I want, need, to establish a budget. And there are plenty of apps and books and lists out there on how to d