Last week something happened that should have been a momentous, once-in-a-lifetime experience. It should have led to endless celebrations and singing from rooftops and cavorting drunkenly naked through the streets in ecstatic glee at this thing I’d been looking forward to for well over a decade and a half.
I am now completely debt free.
Paying off that final loan should have caused me to get really excited, but it didn’t—it just felt like making a regular bank transfer. Maybe the anticlimax was partly because I won’t get to mark the big zero down on my net worth spreadsheet until next month, or maybe it was because I made the payment Continue reading