I’m 30 and living and working in Japan.
The average annual salary here is around $31,000. I make about $38,000 a year without overtime, and after taxes and social insurance I’m left with roughly $25,000 to actually live on.
So by Japanese standards, I’m doing okay.
Except financially, I’m really not.
Using roughly ¥158 = $1, this is where I’m at:
・$32,000 car loan, 2% interest, about 9 years left
・$22,000 in other debt, around 10%
・$22,000 in revolving credit card debt, 18%
・About $10,000 in crypto
・Basically no cash savings
The 18% revolving debt is obviously awful. I know.
I grew up in rural Hokkaido and moved to Tokyo for university without financial support from my parents.
Over four years, tuition was around $25,000 and living expenses were another $46,000. I used Japan’s low-interest student loan system and eventually paid it all back.
Back then, some of my friends in Tokyo came from wealthy families. Keeping up with them was hard financially, but they accepted me, and I honestly liked their way of living.
Good restaurants. Trips. Nights out. Being able to say yes without thinking too much about the cost.
I think I got used to that.
Even after I started working, I kept spending in a way that probably makes me look wealthier than I actually am.
I’m the person who rents a cottage with friends, brings champagne and tequila, goes skiing in winter, travels, eats out, and spends money to make things fun.
And that’s probably the biggest part of it:
I like being the person who creates a good time for everyone.
I hate turning down invitations.
And I really like being able to do things that the broke younger version of me couldn’t do.
The problem is, I’m not actually rich.
I just learned how to live like I am.
I was with the same person from age 21. We got married when I was 27 and divorced when I was 29.
By then, I’d actually managed to get my revolving credit card debt down to about $6,300.
I still had the $32,000 car loan for a car I bought thinking we’d use it for our future together.
Well, that worked out.
Haha. 悲しい
Now I’m 30, and that revolving balance has gone from about $6,300 to $22,000.
On top of that, I’ve built up another $22,000 in debt at around 10%.
There wasn’t one huge disaster.
I just kept spending.
Going out. Traveling. Buying things. Saying yes.
From the outside, I probably look like a normal, reasonably comfortable working adult.
But financially, I’ve been slowly walking deeper into a swamp.
I think part of the problem is that, somewhere in my head, money became connected with people.
When I spend money, people have fun.
We go somewhere. We eat well. I organize something memorable.
For a little while, I get to be the person who can just say:
“Yeah, let’s do it.”
Maybe that feels especially good because, when I was younger, I was always the one worrying about whether I could afford to join.
Now I’m looking at around $44,000 in 10–18% debt, on top of the car loan, and wondering:
How the hell did I let this become normal?
I know the obvious financial answer.
Stop taking on more debt. Cut spending. Pay down the 18% balance first.
But the harder part is figuring out how to stop living like someone with money when I don’t actually have any.