From the moment I started making money (1999) I immediately started creating Fuck You Money. I started to explain the concept and my experience to friends. Some people picked up on it, others thought I had gone crazy.
Travel
During my studies I went on a long trip to Central America of about twelve weeks. After graduating I went on a trip to South America for four months. Immediately after my trip I started working, without a penny in my bank account and a (not shockingly high) student debt.
Work (in employment)
My first job was at a large well-organized company where I got the keys to my first lease car on the first day. International introduction weeks and training sessions were a great start to a promising career.
My department was all about Management, Control & Finance. Like my colleagues and customers I wore a suit and gray was the dominant color. The problems we had to solve were interesting for my colleagues but I noticed that I was more attracted to what colleagues in other departments were doing. It became clear to me what my future career would behold in the MC&F department. It could be neatly mapped out from beginning to ending up with a Financial Director position at a large company. The future was bright indeed but all was neatly colored within the lines, every step predictable and accompanied by utterly boring training. I soon decided that this was not for me.
Very different direction, work hard play hard
I kept working at the same company but in a department where it was all about Creativity, Innovation, Strategy & Collaboration. There weren’t just men working, the suits weren’t just gray and my colleagues and clients were diverse in terms of background and interests. It was much more fun. I started a totally uncertain career which was discouraged by the more serious people around me and I loved it. I started as a junior but I got opportunities, I learned a lot and worked hard.
It was a comfortable life I was living in Amsterdam from where I drove my lease car to the office or a customer somewhere in the country every day. I worked absurd hours (very regularly >100 hours a week) and during some periods I more often slept in a hotel next to the office than in my own bed at home. But I loved it. Working with an enthusiastic team of professionals on complex issues and solving them with creativity and innovation was great. I didn’t suffer from stress but my colleagues and I struggled a bit with the tenability of such a high-pressure situation.
My FYM account grew steadily. I put money aside every month.
Short sabbatical, travel and divemaster training
After a couple of years I realized that there were a few things that I didn’t get around to in my life. I wanted to become a divemaster (DM). I had done the Rescue Diver training in my limited evening hours. Combining the DM training with my work schedule wasn’t going to fit. Also, I found out that trying to fit traveling to far away destinations within the maximum number of vacation days from my job was quite impossible. I came up with a sabbatical of four months in which I could travel and do my DM training in Indonesia. I told my manager my plan and had my Fuck You answer ready in case my manager said I couldn’t do it. I was actually expecting the answer that it didn’t fit the rules or that I had to have had X-number of years of employment first. I was expecting my manager to say that there was no space in the plan, that I couldn’t be missed and that customers were counting on me, but that didn’t happen.
What I learned was that if you have FYM at your disposal you are strong in every possible negotiation. I did not ask my manager for permission. Instead I told my manager what I was going to do, why and when.
A few months later I traveled through Sri Lanka, went diving around the Maldives, did my divemaster training in Sulawesi, Indonesia and enjoyed backpacking life in Thailand.
One insight I gained was that it pays to find out what kind of regulations and arrangements there are. I had withheld money from my gross salary every month for a couple of years and deposited it into a tax-free savings account. I didn’t have to pay taxes on this money as long as it was in that account. I agreed with my employer that the amount in my savings account would be paid out spread over four months during my trip. I paid less tax on this because I went on unpaid leave and had no further income. With the money paid into my account during the months of ‘unpaid’ leave I was able to travel comfortably, pay for a week of live-aboard diving and even finance my entire divemaster training.
With renewed energy I went back to work. I did some fun and useful training and education that I had chosen for myself paid for by my employer. I worked hard again. I saved up overtime and got paid for it. I deposited it all into my FYM account.
A real Fuck You! moment and letter of resignation
A few years later I was held back from a well deserved, I thought, promotion. My manager had different ideas about my career than I did. I was instructed to do specific types of training that I did not like in order for me to develop in a direction that I did not want to go. I was supposed to meet sales targets while I thought I was doing great things for my customers.
I was told that a promotion wasn’t going to happen, again, because of all the
bureaucratic bullshit rules but that I would be financially compensated. This was a very clear signal. The universe was trying to make something clear to me. I couldn’t ignore this. I waited until the bonus was transferred into my account and the day after, the last day of the month, I resigned. Without wasting too many words I told my manager that I was going to do all the things I hadn’t been allowed to do within the company.
14 months solo world tour
A month or two later I travelled over land and sea, across the Sahara, on ‘public transport’ to Dakar. It was the beginning of a 14-month solo trip through Africa and Asia in which I spent quite a bit of my FYM. It was the best destination for my hard-earned money.
During this trip I gained a number of insights:
- If you don’t make any money, you don’t pay taxes. I even got money back from the tax office during this trip.
- Someone was living in my rented house in Amsterdam so I didn’t have to spend a single euro of my FYM on something that wasn’t of use to me during that time.
- I was able to deregister from the Dutch health care system. I didn’t use it for more than a year and I didn’t have to pay any health care contribution. I took out a long-duration travel insurance for an amount of which I can only pay a few months of health care contribution in the Netherlands.
- I spent little during my travels. I had saved quite a bit and I had a reasonable budget but it doesn’t cost that much if you organize things well. In the countries I visited, the cost of living is so low that I could do anything I wanted for less than €1000 (US$1200) a month on average. I spent my money on sometimes sleeping in a cheap cabin on a beach, sometimes relatively expensive wildlife safaris, almost always extremely cheap food and sometimes an expensive flight.
- From the budget I had set for myself I could travel longer than I thought.
- I had less and less need for stuff. I replaced some essentials a few times. I got rid of more and more stuff so my backpack was less heavy.
- I kept track of every expense I made, every single euro. This gave me a lot of insight. I started to convert money I did not spend into extra travel days. I was able to see exactly how many more days I could travel (extra) with my set budget because I paid (more) attention to certain expenses and kept an eye on my daily average.
Working for myself
The second part of my Fuck You Money I spent on starting to work for myself. The week after I got back to the Netherlands I registered at the Chamber of Commerce and started doing things that I enjoy, am good at, that other people appreciate and want to pay me for. As a starting entrepreneur I was not entitled to any benefits, while I had no turnover and no income, so my FYM was keeping me afloat.
It took me some time to get paid assignments and I certainly doubted my decision from time to time. Just before I hit the bottom of my FYM account things turned around. I was able to sell and soon I worked almost full time, earning more than when I was an employee. I put this money aside for harder times. I was no longer interested in owning an expensive car, laptop or phone as a consequence of my long travels and I now had to pay for it myself as a self-employed entrepreneur. I bought the things I needed for my work with a focus on functionality instead of looks, image or other bullshit reasons.
Life happens
I met the woman who would later become my wife and we enjoyed the good life as DINKY – Double Income No Kids (Yet) in Amsterdam, where she came to live with me. We bought the house that I had been renting since I was a student. We financed it with a mortgage based on her salary because my income and assets did not count according to the rules of the banks in the Netherlands due to my self-employment.
We were quite capable of not spending all that came in and we put it in a savings account. We didn’t invest any money in the stock market because we didn’t want to lose our FYM. We traveled low budget for a month (to the Andaman Islands) and I asked her to marry me on a deserted island that we had to swim for half an hour to get to.
We completely renovated the apartment and paid for it without an extra loan. We got married, my wife resigned and we went on a four month honeymoon to Japan, Vanuatu and New Caledonia.
Work pressure, stress increasing
We both worked pretty hard. Me with my own company. My wife in one corporate job after another. We lived well and didn’t spend all our money. I had enough money left each month to keep topping up my FYM account. By now my wife had (also) got her motorcycle license and she bought her dream bike, a red Ducati. She did end up in work situations that didn’t work out well. We had enough income enabling us to pay off extra on our mortgage.
Living abroad
We had said to each other that we wanted to leave the Netherlands and live and work somewhere else. I got an assignment in India and was negotiating with Australia for a job. My father became very ill. Our plans were shelved and I decided to spend a lot of my time with my dad during the last months of his life. I wasn’t working at the time and I didn’t need to. It was very important to me to be able to support my father. After his death we stayed in the Netherlands to be there for my mother.
During a vacation we decided to move to London because the large company where my wife worked moved its headquarters there. I got an assignment in London and within a month it was all organized.
London, more, faster, tougher, more expensive
London was fantastic and expensive, hectic and hard work but a lot of fun. We had rented a cool apartment in Camden with an extra bedroom and bathroom so friends and family could visit us, which happened a lot.
Investing in our real estate
We kept our apartment in Amsterdam and rented it out within a month to an expat family. In between we paid extra off of the mortgage and we invested in mortgage refinancing to lower the interest rate. Our monthly charges went down (significantly) and the rental income went up a few percent each year. Additionally the increase in value of the apartment is a bonus but does not directly increase our passive income.
We invested in an extension, we added 30 square meters for an extra living room and an new master bedroom. By doing this, our apartment became an even more attractive proposition for rental to expats. We paid for this out of our FYM pot, in cash, without a loan.
It’s time for plan B: We are leaving
After a few years, and another semi burn-out for my wife, we discussed our state of affairs on the Mediterranean island of Formentera. How are we doing? How are we feeling about our life in London? How do we want to proceed? Do we want to stay in London and live this life? Barefoot on the beach at sunset and with a beer in hand we decide to pull the plug.
It turns out, once we think about it a little longer, that this is the moment for Plan B. Ever since I returned from my long journey and certainly since we got to know each other, Plan B is: ‘Off we go, on a long journey, just the two of us’. Within four months everything had been arranged and we were on a plane, one-way to South America. With a FYM account of around €80K (US$95K) we will see where we will end up.
After a year and a half of travelling, we come back to the Netherlands for four weeks, mainly to see our family and friends, and we leave again. After another year of traveling we do this again and leave again. We learn to spend less and our traveling is getting cheaper. We visit cheaper countries and travel slower and our Burn-Rate, the average we spend every day, is getting lower and lower. More often we are in a country where our expenses are lower than the passive income we receive.
From Slow Travel to Nomadic FIRE
After 3.5 years of travelling we take stock again. We want to do things differently. We don’t want to go back home but we want to travel less. We agree that we will look for a nice cheap place somewhere in the world where we can stay for a long time. We don’t want to work and depending on the Cost Of Living of the countries where we live we can continue this lifestyle for a long time. My FYM account is not depleted. We decide to reserve $10K of this as an ‘Emergency fund’ to cover our first months of living if we want, or need, to return to the Netherlands. We also decide to change our lifestyle, wherever we end up, to make our Burn-Rate lower than our passive income. In short, we are FIRE.
We meet an entrepreneur on the Maldives and agree to help him to manage a guesthouse next season, on one of the beautiful islands where manta rays and whale sharks swim. We let him know that we don’t expect any form of wages and agree that he will pay us a part of the profit, if there is any.
Locked Down in India
We return to India, which we find a wonderful country, and my wife joins a yoga teacher training course. Later we move to Goa and are increasingly confronted with Coronavirus/COVID-19. We decide to stay and move into an apartment with a kitchen and end up in the first lockdown. We have lived the lives of retirees since then and we love it (I am 46 years old at the moment). We cook for ourselves and go out for dinner every now and then. We don’t have a car, motorcycle or scooter. We walk a lot and we bought bicycles for longer distances. We spend very little money.