Hmmm, I just noticed my Yahoo highlight of the day, http://realestate.yahoo.com/promo/americas-most-expensive-zip-codes-2011.html, “America's Most Expensive Zip Codes” where some of the properties are 34 million. (I can't even do that many zeroes in my head - and can you really call something that costs 34 million a “house”?)
If you have a gazillion dollars to spend on a place to live - can you call it “home”? If you live in a mansion (and I'm assuming that if you do - you won't be reading my little paltry post anyway so it doesn't really matter), can you lounge in your jammies on the couch, with your feet on the coffee table, and eat cinnamon-sugar toast without worrying about crumbs? Do you scratch your belly and burp with a feeling of satisfaction that you have started your day with total abandon of any polite mannerisms?
Does your dog get to sit on the couch and snuggle next to you? Do you even have a couch?
My house could fit in your 700 square foot bathroom - the one that you don't use. You probably wouldn't even notice me - except that I would have to use your front door to get in and out - but I could use the backdoor along with your “staff.”
Does a 34 million dollar “home” increase your peace and contentment? Do you really need a vacation to “get out of Dodge”?
OK, then, I'm just going to, um, go back to my humble little cubby hole, just off the railroad tracks, next to the neighborhood dog kennel.