Saturday, December 22, 2012

The Queen




It has taken this long for me to build up enough courage to walk up to some stranger and ask if it is alright to take a picture of them.... almost a year. She was really nice about it too. She, of course, works for Dairy Queen, and is holding my favorite Ice cream of all time... the renowned "Cherry Sundae with salted peanuts" I know I have written about it before. I know I have mentioned its tart, deeply tasty goodness, but it is worth mentioning again.

We remortgaged our house today.... a much better rate, and really all thanks to Jenny. She pursued it and is responsible for our saving a ton of money in the long term. It is strange to hear money of this amount talked about..Crazy to hear that kind of money mentioned so casually. A couple of days ago I was watching Selling NewYork. The show follows three realty companies as the sell apartments to people moving around New York city. These people have so much money. It's crazy actually for me to think about it. We have a nice little house. It is comfy... and really, quite little, even by standards around Rutland. I'm happy, don't get me wrong. We are doing just fine with what we have... It just amazes me when someone with real money talks about it. It's like a whole different world than mine. And there seem to be quite a few people swimming in that quite of wealth... I mean honestly, New York couldn't be described as small by any means, and it is packed with people spending tons of money attempting to live there... and New York is only one of many many cities in the US... and now lets talk about the world... There is a lot of money out there. This specific episode saw a woman looking to rent an apartment for $15,000 a month. She wasn't satisfied by the location and settled on an apartment in a better location for $26,000.

This is beyond my imagining. I know I am a teacher. I get it. I don't really work for money. I work for time spent with my kids, but man, if I could just have a tiny taste of money like that, it would solve a lot of difficulties around here. How do you even earn that kind of money? I thought about what those people, the realtors and the buyers, would think about our house. I can only imagine it would be just as impossible for them to imagine living here, in our, essentially, one-room-downstairs, open concept, tiny tiny little cape of a house. I like my life. I do. But there are worlds I know nothing about.

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