I currently rent in a pretty nice neighborhood. It's where the historic post office is landscaped by the garden club. It's where kids go to public schools that rank tops in the whole nation. It's where stay at home moms leave their youngest with the nanny and take their Mercedes SUVs to yoga at 9 am. It's where you settle down on your rectangle of land near a small park, take the train to the city a few times a year (or daily for work), and make friends with your local pizza shop and sushi bar.
I live among mansions:
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| your typical street |
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| just a mansion on the corner here |
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| and another one |
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| this one might technically be a castle |
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| plantation not included |
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| three stories (or is this eight) is quite normal |
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| tall house |
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| getting repetitive now |
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| i can't make this shit up |
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| of course not everything is ginormous |
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| i mean, come ON |
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| same house as above, different angle |
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| same house as above, the outdoor living space |
You might think living around all this opulence can kinda get to you. Make you feel small, poor, and worthless. Make you feel like wealth, for you, is hopeless.
It can.
Until you redefine wealth, of course.
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