Broke millennial no more!

Broke Millennial No More

The moniker Broke Millennial has always been polarizing. It’s never been meant to refer directly to me, but rather be a generational title for so many of us who have felt cash strapped and struggling. Since launching this site in 2013, I’ve had a lot of friends, family and perfect strangers ask some variation of, “what are you going to do when you’re a ‘rich’ millennial?” Well, the brand isn’t changing now — and I’m not sure if it ever will — but I have decided to start a celebration of those who achieved a “Broke Millennial No More” moment.


The Cycle

In the seven years since I graduated college and moved to New York City, I’ve shifted from barely surviving to thriving. The first year here I worked three jobs: a page at The Late Show with David Letterman, Starbucks barista, and babysitter. My daily schedule looked something like: wake up at 4:15 AM to get to Starbucks for the opening shift, work until 11:30 then head to the Ed Sullivan Theatre where Letterman filmed and work there until 5:30 or 7:30 depending on how many episodes were taping that day and then I’d head off to babysit until around 11:30 or midnight at least three or four days a week. Yeah, I wasn’t sleeping much.

All those jobs and I was barely scraping by earning about $23,000 that year. My portion of rent cost $925, which ate up about 50% of my income. I became adept at finding free entertainment in New York (like ushering for off-Broadway shows so I could watch for free). I heavily subsidized my grocery budget in a few ways. I usually got fed while babysitting because it was always dinner time, plus I ate lots of little kid snacks. On double-show taping days at Letterman we would get fed pizza for dinner, so I started bringing ziploc bags to take home the leftovers (I wasn’t the only one).

But my biggest Broke Millennial No More moment happened a couple years later after I started another job with a pay bump up to $50,000, plus I was freelancing on the side. Suddenly, I realized I could afford to upgrade from riding the Greyhound bus to taking Amtrak to go visit Peach. We were in a long distance relationship for 4 years, 1 month, 2 weeks and 3 days and tried to see each other at least every six weeks if not once a month. For a long stretch I went to visit Peach more often than he came to NYC because he was in grad school while working full-time and I just had more flexibility. Being able to upgrade from the unreliable and cramped Greyhound to stretching and walking around on an Amtrak train was pure luxury.

End the cycle

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