GNUCash on Linux on an encrypted hard drive on a computer that doesn't get connected to the Internet. It's a lot of manual labor. (I used to load OpenBSD on a laptop each and every time I performed a transaction on the Internet. And probably had a minute before my computer/router started being attacked.) To keep track of stocks on a minute to minute basis I use a watchlist on finance.google.com and I keep a spreadsheet on Google Sheets. Thereby reducing the times I have to sign onto the brokerage's mobile app.
I scan them all in as searchable PDFs. Home/Docs/2021/Personal/Bills/Utilities/Water/202111.pdf
Home/Docs/2021/Personal/Insurance/Home.pdf
Home/Docs/2021/GION/Bills/Mobile/Pixel6/202111.pdf
Home/Docs/2021/GIOV/Bills/Mobile/Pixel4a5G/202101.pdf
where GION & GIOV are Games Inc. of Nevada & Virginia
I couldn't find it. But there was an article or study not too long ago. That said over the course of a career. That you'll do so much better if you keep switching jobs. A really big difference in total earnings.
What I learned before there was an Internet. So the web, your ability to brand yourself, create your own YouTube channels, and so on may invalidate the following. Yes, you get to see the world, maybe reduce your expenses, avoid taxes. But you lose any network you've developed in your home country. People forget who you are. It might be harder to find the job you want when you return. So what I would do is make sure I had a presence on the Internet and Facebook. And keep in touch so you don't lose that network of people that know you and your work.
3 Gnucash files/directories. Handles 2 corporations and my personal life. It's a lot of work. It gets in the way of other work. But since the data is confidential, I put up with it.
>If you are wise, however, this is precisely what you will avoid doing because the average Vogon will not think twice before doing something so pointlessly hideous to you that you will wish you had never been born—or (if you are a clearer minded thinker) that the Vogon had never been born.
My aunt had a terrible job in an office building downtown Chicago. One of those jobs where the boss was a maniac and made them work crunch time month after month.
Across the street from her building is a ~10 story jail with an exercise yard on the very top. My aunt said she used to fantasize about how if she could throw her boss out the window, they'd put her in jail and at least she could go outside sometimes.
