Pivotal Purchase is an ongoing series highlighting a watershed shopping moment — the thing you bought that made you feel like you were financially stable, that changed your perspective, that made you realize you were really, truly, finally an adult.
On a sticky afternoon one August, I steered a U-Haul from Madison, Wisconsin, to Chicago, where I’d soon be shacking up with my boyfriend Paul. We’d been dating for four years at the time, but had never shared a place together before. I was stupid excited.
For one thing, moving in with Paul meant putting some space between us and our aggressively Midwestern-nice parents, which, admittedly, was much-needed. (Please don’t tell them I said that.) It also meant leaving the claustrophobic comfort of our college town, where we’d met, and where we’d both been living for the past five years — me, in a dirt-cheap, second-floor studio apartment with a single window and a thriving fruit fly population; him, in a four-bedroom bachelor pad where he lived in a nook under the stairs, Harry Potter-style, and where the sole piece of interior decor was an original acrylic painting of a wistful tiger cub, a $12 thrift store conquest that someone hung over the mantle. Read more...
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