I hate hate hate name dropping, but today, I must tell a story I’ve never told before; how I met Mr. Money Mustache. That isn’t the focus of the post though. That is even better.
We were in a bad place at the end of 2012. We had moved to Colorado, but hated our new town. Our neighbors were materialistic and shallow. Within two weeks of arrival, we were determined to move back to Wisconsin, our previous residence.
At the same time, incredible job stress had started me on road to financial independence. I launched 1500 Days on 1/1/2013 with this post.
In early 2013, we received an offer on our house. It was time to move back to Wisconsin. However, I realized that a part of me didn’t want to leave Colorado.
Close Encounters of the MMM Kind
We liked Boulder, but it was too expensive. I knew that MMM lived near Boulder and he seemed to like his town of Longmont. I threw a Hail Mary pass at Mrs. 1500:
You know that blogger I told you about, Mr. Money Mustache? Maybe life in his neighborhood would be better. I’m going to send him an email. He probably won’t respond, but what do we have to lose?
I sent the email and to my surprise, MMM responded. I was even more surprised when he offered to give us a tour of his neighborhood. We made plans.
Driving up to meet him, I was crazy nervous. I was about to shake hands with the guy whose blog changed my life. Finding MMM was an inflection point and I didn’t want to be let down:
- What if MMM and his blog are all a bunch of shit? It’s the internet after all.
- What if I make an idiot out of myself?
I probably did make an idiot out of myself, but after spending the morning with Pete, I knew he was the real deal. And we liked Longmont, so we moved there.
By then, 1500 Days was up and running. However, I didn’t dare mention it to Pete. The last thing I wanted him to think was that I was trying to get publicity. He wouldn’t find out that I was a blogger until we both attended FinCon in late 2013.
The two best parts of blogging are:
Making a difference: It doesn’t happen often, but people have told me that my writing has changed their lives. I have no idea how they see through the dinosaurs and fart jokes, but when I get an appreciative email, I melt.
I used to think that I was a loser because many of my friends are folks who I’ve met through the blog. Then I realized that I was no different from my neighbor friend who hangs out with folks from his hockey team. He has hockey, I have writing. It’s all about finding common ground (or ice).
Last Friday, one week after leaving my job, I met up with a bunch of people that I’ve met through the blog. We chatted for a couple hours and then went to my place for dinner. At one point in the evening, I sat back and contemplated* how great it was to have a fun group of like minded people to hang out with. It’s wonderful when you’ve found your tribe. I’m so thankful for it all.
*Attendees, that’s why I may have been seemed distant. It wasn’t just the beer consumption! Oh hell, it was mostly the beer consumption**.
**Note the super-sized can in Physician on Fire’s hand.
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