The 7 best things to spend your savings on if you're not yet 30

It's really terrible. I can plan it with every salary, but before I realize it with real awareness, there are a pair of new shoes on the floor and nothing has been transferred to my savings account.

Zero. Another month gone by. Lived. Well, actually shopped. Oops, mistake, sorry. Now that I'm almost thirty, I really know: I need to save. It can't go on like this. There needs to be a buffer for dryers that break down, babies being born, and new, boring energy-saving lamps, cabinets, beds, books, and sofas. And I want a puppy. And a new house. Fine, next month, I will really start.

Seeing that zero on the savings account is no fun. But let's be honest: it's enjoyable, as a twenty-something, to shamelessly blow your savings. Saving doesn't exist. None of your friends save. You don't have to when you're not 30 yet. Right?

According to us, these are the 7 best things to spend your savings on:

• An overpriced, way too expensive designer bag. A Chanel, Gucci, or Yves on your arm: still acceptable at this age. It can also be after your thirties, but then you have to buy onesies and diapers, and there won't be a thousand euros left at the end of the month. So do it now, as soon as possible.
• The hairdresser. The beautician. The nail salon. Every day getting highlights, having your hair curled and then straightened again by a pro, teeth whitening, getting your nails done with gel polish for a neat fifty euros: allowed. Do it. Invest. in your appearance, that's perfectly fine. That neglect can come later.
• A faraway trip. Without a man or child, with a girlfriend if possible. Or alone. To Australia, Bali, New Zealand, Tahiti, the Bahamas: name it. Pack that backpack and spend everything you should be saving on cocktails on a white beach. On a new bikini and on surf lessons. You won't do that later.
• Bootcamp and personal trainers. They might cost a hundred euros per hour, but yes, right now, that whole size smaller doesn't matter to you. Now you still need to hunt for a guy. Later, not anymore. Then you can lounge on the couch with Netflix, I promise. Right now, your money goes to lying on boards in Vondelpark.
• Speaking of Vondelpark: the rent. Most of your money goes to your monthly rent because you just have to live in that trendy capital and don't want to hang out in some tiny village. No. You must live in the Pijp or the Jordaan, and there’s quite a hefty price tag attached to that nowadays.
• Parties. Not only going to the pub and buying three rounds and finishing off with a tray of Sambuca shots, but also throwing parties at home. Preferably with a theme. Preferably with lots of decorations and embellishments. Palm trees on the ceiling, disco lights on your windowsill, and get that nice DJ. Or rent a boat, who cares. Memories forever: priceless.
• Very last but not very least: clothing. Jeans in three different shades of blue, shirts in sixteen colors with and without text and with and without glitter, fourteen summer jackets on your coat rack with the fourteen winter jackets stored in your closet and the preferably heels, ankle boots, sneakers, and sandals in every shape and kind. You have to attract a man, right? Investment in your future.

That was it: my seven sins from my younger years. I will fervently miss all seven of you and curse my savings account when I have to pull on my dullest shade of jeans again. With every euro that is dutifully transferred, I will also cry a little, just a little. But luckily, I'm still a twenty-something for a little while longer.