I think we are a pampered generation. We have it all and we want more. When did our expectations became so grandiose? I see houses that are so large that I feel that it is pure decadence. Who needs to have 6000 square feet of living space? As we drive past these opulent homes I usually growl and mutter something, and then I think: Am I just plain jealous? I hope that is not the case.
I don't live in a mansion now and my life did not start in one. The first house I lived in, the one I was born in, was a one room tar-papered building, the "black house", as we fondly call it. When I was five, we changed residences. We rented a farmstead nearby and moved to a much grander house. This one was covered with some type of tar paper that looked like brickwork. A much more modern house, this one even had bedrooms! Of course, there was still no electricity or indoor plumbing, but I seem to remember being excited to move.
Would I have been a different person if I had grown up in a comfortable stylish manor? Or did my poor beginnings teach me humbleness and appreciation for what I do have now?
I don't live in a mansion now and my life did not start in one. The first house I lived in, the one I was born in, was a one room tar-papered building, the "black house", as we fondly call it. When I was five, we changed residences. We rented a farmstead nearby and moved to a much grander house. This one was covered with some type of tar paper that looked like brickwork. A much more modern house, this one even had bedrooms! Of course, there was still no electricity or indoor plumbing, but I seem to remember being excited to move.
Would I have been a different person if I had grown up in a comfortable stylish manor? Or did my poor beginnings teach me humbleness and appreciation for what I do have now?
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