OPINION: I haven’t bought a barista-made coffee, or avocado on toast in three weeks, and Kiwisaver conundrum aside, I still can’t afford to buy a house in Auckland.
But to my great surprise, the Boomers I fondly refer to as mum and dad were onto something when they said saving is what happens when you stay in for the weekend.
My bank transactions are now a simple record of weekly supermarket excursions, rather than a hospitality list you could find in Metro.
Spending I thought was essential: work lunches, Sunday brunch, a cheeky maccas run, Jacinda said was not. And my account has never looked healthier come the end of a pay cycle.