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I'm getting old. There was a time when I looked at buildings like that as aspirational. Now I look at them and think, "How in the hell would I keep up with the cleaning on that?"
ReplyDeleteBack in 1983, I moved out of my Dad's house to take a job here in New England. My first apartment was a 2-room cave on a main road. My father visited and said "Son, you need to find a house!". This was 1983. I found a house! It was one of those Newport "mini" mansions located well off the main drag. Dilapidated would be an understatement. But wow! What bones! Easily 5000sqft. $200k! My dad (who would have co-signed) said "No!" I would cycle past the place ever couple of months. Peer in the floor-to-ceiling windows, plaster mouldings, gorgeous terraces and sigh. Eventually, someone bought the property and leveled it and put up a McMansion.
Today, retired, our home is roughly 1,900 sqft of living space. How many times have I just put my fingers in my ears, closed my eyes and went "La! La! La! La! La!" instead of cleaning the frickin' place? Took me half a day yesterday just to change the linens on one bed (and tend to the subsequent laundry). Anyhow...
So that's as close as I came to owning something gi-normous.