I used to have many things. I came from a family that was well off and I had pretty much everything I wanted and needed. I had my first car bought for me before I even had my license. Up until the age of 22, I could even buy whatever I wanted because my credit was just that good. I had three cars at one point. A townhouse. Beautiful furniture. A motorcycle. Nice clothes to go to the club in every Friday and Saturday.
And suddenly...a lot of bills to pay...and then a stab in the back by a now-ex-girlfriend that lead me to having to file bankruptcy, get an eviction, a repo....you name it.
I had to suddenly learn to live on less and make ends meet on my own. Although I still had help from my parents from time to time, their own financial situation was getting quite difficult. At one point...I had nothing but a place to live....my old room in my parents house at the age of 29. I didn't even have a car and couldn't even get my own bank account.
I learned to live without...and it almost became an adventure. I'd make it work, no matter what. I found out what thrift stores and salvation army were really for. I found out what food banks were around. I made it work...and I can honestly, I don't think anyone else in my family could have done the same. They are all too proud to admit they've been beat and go to "such places." I survived it, something they couldn't do because they are too proud and think they are too good.
Now, even though there's a slight money situation, I'm doing well, and have learned not to live beyond my means. I save the money that I would spend on a nice new piece of furniture and find a used one at a thrift store, or better yet, make one. You have no idea how many purposes large wooden electrical spools have!
And my girl has a habit of dumpster diving, which I do from time to time as well. In fact, the desk this computer is on is from a dumpster, and it's F'n sweet as hell...Nobody would ever know.
I make it work. We make it work. Materials get you no where and are easily taken away.