I have my own bank account.
Every time I say these words, there is this shock that comes with it.
I still cannot believe that.
I know that today, its very normal to have a bank account. Every kid on the street probably has a credit card.
But for me its not a small thing. I mean, I am 19 and I have my own account with my own money in it. When did that happen ? When did I become capable of doing that ?
There are people in this world, who live there entire lives working hard to get certain things. And I have all those things without even lifting my finger. And I am only 19.
It makes me wonder how this world works.
For me bank accounts portray first jobs, first hard earned money that you slaved for all your life. You started with nursery, went on to primary school and somehow ended up in an office after submitting dozens of CV’s, giving interviews, feeling like a complete loser despite having a legit degree. That is what an account is worth to me. It signifies achievements and that sweat your poured into whatever you did to have those few notes transacted in your account.
So it feels weird to me. It feels surreal. Because I am getting all this without working for it. Unless you count surviving a marriage.
Than hell yeah, I deserve this.
I do not count that. So lets just leave it at that.
The thing I am most excited about is seeing my name on that piece of magical card which brings money to you.
Or not, if your account is empty. Which mine is going to be pretty soon.
I am actually going to challenge myself to see how many months I can survive before my bank balance goes zero.