People really want to know what I’m doing with my life when they find out I retired early at 25. They assume I must have had a high powered job and made gobs of money. After all, that’s the only way someone could possibly afford to walk away from it all in this still tenuous economy. In fact, I have to give a special thanks to my dank basement. Without it, I would still be sitting at a cubicle. Continue reading “A Dank Basement Enabled Me to Retire at 25”