I swear it was my shrink who told me I needed to shop. Like many New Yorkers, I have been in therapy for years. I can see long-term that it's made me a happier, more confident person, and I enjoy having the support during short-term crises -- such as switching careers mid-life. But if you're picturing that I walk in to see Dr. Melfi once a week and we talk about condos, it's not that. So I was kind of surprised when my psychiatrist said, "It sounds like you're enjoying your new career; you will enjoy it more when you start to reap the financial rewards that go with it." So this week, the minute I closed a rental deal, I gave myself permission to shop. If you've been with this column from the beginning, you know that the beginning of my real estate career was inglorious, and I ran up a whole pile o' debt. When money comes in now, it doesn't go to new things, it goes to hacking away at the credit cards and the second mortgage. Usually. I bought a new phone, the Blackberry Pearl. I st...
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