I don’t know— I tried one year to file taxes on my crypto txs and they said I owed money. I didn’t understand since I didn’t have any money, but apparently within the US, the exchange of crypto counts as a profit or whatever else.
On an unrelated note, your slogan to design your own life came up in a book I’m reading at the moment, so I took the confluence as an opportunity to replace my bookshelf.
I suppose your anecdote and mantra lend itself to finding a dedicated number cruncher, one sans onions and attitude. I reckon they’re related. I’d be ticked if my breath and office reeked of my lunch..
Yep, the same as here and the same thing I faced, the activity on exchanges counts and if gains are made, tax is owned.
You're right though, it was a prompt to move away from my accountant. Maybe after more than twenty years, it's time. I'm not looking forward to the process of finding one, but it will work out for the best, I'm sure.
The onion smell...it was like he had been cooking onions in there and the way the office looked...it was very strange. I almost got the impression he was living there. A marriage break up maybe? Oh well, that's his business. I'll not accept it though, the rudeness and lack of crypto knowledge. Time to move.