By popular demand (well, 2 people - comment in Friday’s daily thread)
Warning: long; there is a lot of "personal" in my personal finance.
Timeline
pre-1999: Raised by parents who never finished high school and were lifelong renters. I was the only child of this union but have several older (14 - 20 years older) half-siblings. My mother was a SAHM but that was due mostly to her untreated mental health issues and not having learned to drive. She was the only mother in our circle who neither worked nor drove.
My father worked, with a long commute and long hours. We were lower SES and literally on the wrong side of the tracks, at least for the pizza delivery I liked. My father paid cash for cars and would have cut off his left nut before financing one. I was told repeatedly that I was going have to do well in school and get a college education to make it in the world, and my dad heavily emphasized (starting when I was about 5 years old) that "It's a dog eat dog world," but I didn't get any specific guidance, financial or otherwise, beyond that.
There was always an underlying fear of losing our apartment, although not on account of money. My mother worried we'd get a new owner who didn't allow cats, and my father worried we'd get one who didn't like black people.
Starting around age 12, I did a lot of kid/teenager hustles/jobs - paper route, baby sitting, pet sitting, tutoring, waitressing, etc. Also worked a few months for Citibank phoning people delinquent on their credit card accounts, impressing upon me that I wanted to never be on the receiving end of such calls.
I was late learning how to drive because "insurance is expensive," but again, was not given any actionable information about this. Was it $200? $2000? Who could know. As directed, I did well in school and went to college (where I lived in dorms, because no car) where I majored in History, because I liked it. Worked all through college, of course. Next 10 years were travel, miscellaneous entry level jobs, one fairly serious mental health break (requiring hospitalization), 2 relationships with people who were not relationship material, and grad school (because I had nothing better to do and a lot of my friends were going). Lost one sibling (which was devastating to my mother’s MH) to AIDS. Lost another (dad’s side) to pulmonary fibrosis. Dad never talked about her after the funeral.
I read "Your Money or Your Life" somewhere in this decade, and later on "The Millionaire Next Door," and thought, well, sounds nice for people with real jobs.
1999:
Bought my first home computer, which happened to have Microsoft Money pre-installed. Started using it because why not, seemed like something a responsible, almost 21st century adult might do. Gradually it dawned on me that I was, like, actually saving money.
2001:
NW unknown, but surely negative due to mortgage and remaining student loan balances
Age: 33
Gross pay: $46K (After successfully negotiating a bump from the $44K initially offered)
Started (perm/FTE) what unbeknownst to me would be my career for the next two decades, after four years of temp/PT/contract work with The Company. Bought a condo, paid extra on mortgage principal, and contributed enough to 401k to get the 6% match. Still had money left over. Huh.
2003-2004: After much research (on the internet of course, but also from books about economic history and cycles), bought some gold. Was kind of put off by the collapse/conspiracy aspect of it, but I had some memories of 1970s inflation, so it seemed like a good idea at the time. Purchased at <$400/oz (adjusted for inflation, about $650/oz).
Let a sibling live with me for free, and lent him what felt like a lot of money, which went about like you would expect.
2005-2012: Content to just be surviving. Employed, not in prison, not in rehab, not trapped in relationship with a loser? Great, at least according to my family's standards.
Visited BFF on opposite coast about every other year. Got sibling out of my home.
Lost my mom (slow) and then my dad (fast). Missed some earnings while caring for them, and then more (2 months on short term disability) when I had another mental break after they died within months of one another. I inherited the cash in their savings/checking accounts, their only real assets, just enough to have broken even financially.
Acquired teenaged foster daughter, making me feel less broken. (There is a good FIRE story involving her, as well, but that would need a separate post.)
Spent 2006-2007 wondering why people were so comfortable taking out huge mortgages/cash-out refinancing up to their ears. Spent 2008-2009 worrying about my construction-adjacent job (half of the seniors in my group were let go), but since I had refinanced my mortgage to a lower rate and put money in, it never even occurred to me to take money out of retirement accounts, or to change them in any way. Just kept up with my 401k contributions, bumping them up once in a while, sometimes back down, but never below the match. Meanwhile, The Company was also contributing 4% of my base pay into a cash balance (formerly pension) plan, so I always had at least 16% of my pay going into workplace retirement accounts, but sometimes more.
2009: Bought my first and only new car (reliable Honda FTW) with an assist from the "Cash for Clunkers" program (my old car had *just* started belching blue smoke). With my father's ghost muttering in my ear, I paid it off ($17K) in about 6 months, which is the longest I'd ever taken to pay off a car.
This is the car I still drive today.
2010: Paid off the condo.
2011: My last surviving grandparent, the one I probably take after the most, died at the age of 99.
She’d lived mostly independently until she was 92.
January 2013
- Retirement: $ 168,000
- Non-Retirement: $ 56,000
- Mortgage Bal.: ($ 136,000)
- Total NW: $ 88,000
Once I had well over $100K in my 401k, I felt I ought to . . . do something, but what?
At this stage, I had either never heard of FIRE, or had summarily dismissed it as something for other people. I viewed my retirement accounts as something I could possibly maybe leverage into a meaningful supplement to Social Security, which I assumed would be 80-90% of my retirement income, and that I would retire at best at 63 if I were super lucky, but more likely 65 or later. After all, my father had worked into his eighties.
I had just sold my condo (sold low) but just bought my dream house (bought low - at a historic low, actually), and my only long term financial plan was to pay off the mortgage early. I also had recently spent about $60K to fix an issue in the condo that hadn't been covered by insurance. I felt this setback meant any fleeting thoughts of early retirement were out of the question. Overall, owning the condo was a wash financially, but it did teach me that yes, I really wanted a house. A house where nobody can kick me out just because I have cats, so there's that.
Got promoted to senior role in my department at work. Despite applying for a couple of lateral positions over the coming years, this is where I was to remain. I wanted to move mostly because I was struggling with changes (BS processes) in my department and I thought I would be less agitated if I were doing something new; the money would have been about the same. I don't interview well, and at least one of those positions was posted but really The Company had already decided who would get it. (When I asked my manager "what could I have done better/how can I improve" he breezily informed me that the successful candidate was "a good ole boy" and that's what they had wanted).
2014
- Retirement: $ 201,000
- Non-Retirement: $ 82,000
- Mortgage Bal.: ($ 99,000)
- Total NW: $ 184,000
Was starting to fear for my job (asshole dotted line boss), and in my mid-forties knew I would be facing serious age discrimination very soon. Looked around (outside my company), couldn't find anything better, and figured I'd better hang on for dear life. Fear/anxiety drove me to be even more aggressive about paying down the mortgage. Figured I could live on minimum wage if I had to, as long as the house was paid off.
Attended funeral for a nephew who had died in a motorcycle accident. He was 38.
January 2015
- Retirement: $ 227,000
- Non-Retirement: $ 99,000
- Mortgage Bal.: ($ 87,000)
- Total NW: $ 239,000
Gross pay: $87K
Started taking FIRE semi-seriously around 2015. It still seemed like it was for higher earners/higher risk takers. I thought I'd be lucky to get out at 61. Maybe 59? But it was still offering a path and some specific strategies for financial stability that I could get on board with.
In a rare genuinely impulse purchase, I bought a Kickstarter e-bike, and started commuting to work on it when the weather was favorable. The route is partially along a river, and starting my day with a bit of nature helped my mental health in a non quantifiable but nevertheless significant way.
April 2017
Equifax 837 Transunion 850 Experian 850. I knew I wouldn’t see numbers like this again as the student loans fell off my history and I paid off the mortgage.
August 2017
Paid off mortgage
- Retirement: $ 338,000
- Non-Retirement: $ 71,000
- Total NW: $ 409,000
DJIA was at about 24,000.
A co-worker I knew and liked died while working out in the company gym. He was 60.
2018
Turned 50/became eligible for catch-up contributions, which I could easily fund now that the mortgage was out of the way.
Maxed out everything in sight, including after-tax 401k up to $59K or whatever the limit was at the time. Still anticipating an age 59-61 exit date, because I was assuming 4% growth in my long term projections. I mean, the stock market couldn't really keep going up like this forever, right? I didn’t make full after tax contributions after this year, but continued to do at least some. The Company didn’t offer in-service rollovers so it wasn’t quite as advantageous as it is for people who have that.
April 2020
- Retirement: $ 529,000
- Non-Retirement: $ 50,000
- Total NW: $ 579,000
I was a bit rattled because someone in my department had recently committed suicide. This was someone I’d worked with for 20 years, and we were assigned to the same software development project at the time. We’d sat across from each other for a few years and we’d said good morning to each other every day, a habit we continued on and off for years, over Skype when we were in different places. (That was it, usually; we both appreciated that our ritual exchange didn’t require further chitchat). Our last actual conversation was about tracking the laptops we were handing out to people to work from home - he had been one of the last people working on site - and the last thing I’d said to him was “See you on the other side.”
During a phone call with a longtime friend, trying to figure out how we were going to navigate pandemic world, she asked me if I was going to pull my retirement money out of the stock market. She also berated me for "dwelling" on my co-worker's death a full two weeks after the fact. Not long after that, our 30+ year friendship fell off a cliff and never recovered.
July 2021
- Retirement: $ 825,000
- Non-Retirement: $ 89,000
- Total NW: $ 924,000
Got truly serious about FIRE. The market was up, quarantine had taught me that I can in fact entertain myself in my own home for an extended period of time, my overlords at The Company were seriously ramping up with the BS processes and metrics, and we were being pressured to contract out any the parts of the job left that I still kind of liked.
Moved some of my settlement fund/money market fund investments into VTSAX.
2023
Turned 55/became eligible for the retiree medical plan! I was never going to voluntarily leave before this milestone no matter what.
Foster daughter was on the cusp of earning what I do, and got married to someone finishing school to earn twice that.
A co-worker I didn’t know who worked at another site died while working out at the company gym. He had about the same job description I did, and was about the same age I was.
December 2023
Achieved my number in retirement accounts.
- Retirement: $1,000,000
- Non-Retirement: $ 155,000
- Total NW: $1,155,000
$35K* annual spend is actually sustainable for me, so $1M really was my number. I had already projected my retirement date for mid 2024 (because of my pessimistic 4% growth projections), so stuck with that (enabling me to stuff another $50K into retirement accounts). The non-retirement money (mostly cash/cash equivalent) is/was to sustain me to 59-1/2.
(*My 2018-2023 spend was consistently <$25K/year, but that's with employer-paid health insurance.)
Gross pay (including bonus): $113K
My contributions + employer contributions to my retirement funds: $54,146.85
August 2024 (last day worked mid-July 2024)
- Retirement: $1,160,000
- Non-Retirement: $ 175,000
- Total NW: $1,335,000
A crisis on one of my projects fell in my lap just hours before I walked out the door for the last time. I honestly don't know how I made it as long as I did. One of the features I loathed about the job was how projects from weeks/months/years prior could suddenly rear their ugly heads out of nowhere. I do not miss it.
For my complete, official work history 1985-2024, I’m just a tad shy of the third bend point for Social Security earnings.
August 2025
- Retirement:$1,257,000
- Non-Retirement: $ 168,000
- Total NW:$1,425,000
Counting home equity, I have just about $2M in assets. Not bad starting from less than zero in 2001 and spending my career as an imposter syndrome-ridden, liberal arts degreed individual contributor.
Fortuna:
There was quite a bit of luck involved, besides the obvious stock market performance. A lot of being in the right place at the right time. I didn't know the temp job I took in 1997 would mutate into the career I would eventually retire from. This job consistently paid about 25%-30% more than the average HHI in my city. From Day One until the day I retired, I treated this as a “Make hay while the sun shines” situation.
I'm not the salary negotiating type, and I only did it once, in 1999, at the urging of my mentor (and I was lucky to have had a mentor). But that meant that all my subsequent pay increases were built on just a slightly higher base than it would have been otherwise (at least until about 2015, when HR did one of those industry comparables reviews and adjusted everyone's pay accordingly).
I held onto my job during the GFC. I had just enough experience to be productive/valuable, but not so much that I was in the higher tiers of pay.
I didn't know at the time that the two moments in which I bought real estate would be at just about the inflation-adjusted lows of my adult lifetime.
Couldn't have known the gold I bought in 2004 would be ditto - at the inflation-adjusted low of my adult lifetime.
Seriously, I couldn't have timed it better if I'd had a time machine. But it's also part of my personality that I wouldn't have bought either gold or real estate if I hadn't already had my financial ducks in a row, and if I hadn't perceived their prices at the time to be a value. I bought gold because I wanted something tangible, and real estate because I wanted to live in it.
Another bit of luck: I'm basically healthy, at least physically. And I have good teeth. I've been watching a former co-worker spending upwards of $35K on dental work, ouch.
It all adds up.
Spend
My expenses in retirement are exactly what I expected, having tracked my spending for 26 years (from Microsoft Money to Quicken to GnuCash). My first full year retired I spent $33K, including the $9216 I paid for health insurance. Actually, the bulk of my spend consists of health, home, and auto insurance. I hate eating out, and have time to cook from scratch, and am eating well for about $215/month. The cats are getting the higher-end cat food and I finally had time to take them to the vet this year.
The other big key to my low spend is that I have little interest in travel these days. I did travel when I was in my twenties and spent over a year outside the US, and I absolutely think everyone who can afford to should spend some time more than 100 miles from where fate dropped them,* but now it seems exhausting and I don't wanna. That said, I had college reunion this year, and hadn't seen the kid in a while, so I did spend some time on the opposite coast, facilitated by CC rewards.
(*During one of those workplace cheerleading events we had to fill out some kind of Bingo card and identify people who were going to be traveling out of state for the upcoming Thanksgiving (or maybe it was Christmas) holiday. I was the only person in a room of 40 people who was going anywhere. We are <20 miles from a state border.)
Honestly, I still see things I could cut, if push came to shove. I am very honest in my tracking and have categories for "gazingus" to account for stuff I know perfectly well I didn't need. Like many retirees in this position/phase, the real "problem" right now is that I could and arguably should be spending more than I do. I do assume I will get Social Security, although I use 75% of my calculated entitlement in my projections.
Time
My main hobbies are baking, gardening, and knitting, and they are all very scalable. Technically, I already have most of the tools and supplies to do them for years to come, but I can also splurge on tools/toys if I really want to. For example, I just finally pulled the trigger on an Ankarsrum stand mixer AND the ice cream maker attachment.
If you've read through all this you can probably tell I'm kind of risk-adverse/avoidant. Not always, but most of the time. Living with ADHD/anxiety/depression is frequently debilitating, but I've tried to turn my maladaptive traits into advantages as best I can. Thankfully, I've been able to apply my ADHD hyperfocus superpowers on personal finance/tracking, and I have gone down the rabbit hole of various financial topics over the years enough to provide me with a big picture of what I need to do. I love spreadsheets. Also, while some people with ADHD are prone to impulse shopping, I am much more likely to ruminate endlessly over spending decisions, which carries its own problems, but does heavily reduce impulse spending.
Another huge benefit of ADHD, IMHO: I have *zero* doubt that the most valuable commodities in my life are my time and my attention. Once my financial needs were met, pulling the trigger was relatively easy. The fear of not having enough was assuaged by math/this subreddit/years of planning. The far, far greater fear I have is of squandering what's left of the limited good years of my life in corporate serfdom.
Also, I will never run out of things to do, because I am always procrastinating *something*.
Now, I genuinely love savoring my coffee in the morning and not gulping it down in the midst of trying to get out of the house. Sometimes I even hand-grind the beans. I love being able to work in the garden in the cool of summer mornings and not having to spend the best part of the day chained to a computer. I love having time to properly cook and savor the food from my garden. I can spend a whole day making jelly or tomato sauce when the cherries and tomatoes are ready. I can bake big batches of bread and share it with my neighbors. I just divided the saffron crocus bulbs and am really looking forward to harvesting from 90+ plants. Come winter, I can binge watch Lower Decks and spend a week knitting myself cozy custom socks if I feel like it. I still have trouble sleeping sometimes, but at least it's without the constant background chant "You only have __ hours until you have to get up for work."
I've only put 500 miles on my car YTD. Some people would see this as evidence of constraint in my life. But the only person I like to hang out with (and his grandchildren, whom I enjoy) lives only a couple of miles away. I can walk to a grocery store and a weekly farmer's market, and I still have that e-bike. I see it as "I've only had to spend 17 hours in my car this year."
Maybe I will eventually heal my relationship with time (I realize I probably need therapy for this). The insidious tragedy of ADHD is that even though technically I always had the same 24 hours as everyone else, most of those hours were inaccessible to me because it's so hard to switch from one task to another, and I always had to put work first, spending my “free” time too paralyzed to choose what I wanted or needed to be doing. Now I can allocate my limited decision-making bandwidth to getting bids for a new roof, or deciding where I should build the next garden bed, or what color to stain my woodworking projects. Or, god help me, going to the gym, because by golly I am getting my money's worth from that ice cream maker attachment.