I thought being broke was normal at 26 until my dad visited my 340 sq ft place in Seattle
I moved here for a job that pays $58k and convinced myself that eating rice and beans and never going out was just what your 20s are for. Then my dad slept on my floor for two nights, looked at my $1,850 rent for a studio with no closet, and said 'son, you are not poor, this city is just eating you.' Was it a visit from family that finally made things click for you, or did you figure it out some other way?