I re-read my last post and cringed and was decidedly embarrassed as to how much I sound like a complete dolt whose financial situation is severely out of whack; also a dolt who sleeps on the floor. Which is really not the case. But what I was half-heartedly attempting to say is that mine is a generation of convenience and wanting things when we want them and not really giving a damn about ‘savings’ and ‘401 K’, for those are silly things that only ‘real adults’ care about. We only care about having enough money for an impromptu bar crawl and for black mid-calf boots and well, a kayak. None of this is from a survey of any kind, but from general conversations that I have with people my age – recently graduated from college, who have spent the last 18 months, mastering the art of living paycheck to paycheck, specifically those who live in one of the most expensive cities in the country. And as you can probably tell from all of this, we’re all really happy people, living in damn near poverty.