this wasn't one conversation, but a series, that occurred in our family. for those of you not aware of our circumstances, indeed sick unto death of them, my husband is now an equity partner in a large law firm but started a bit late and the path was a bit long and bumpy. we have a fabulous daughter who attends a very elite private school, albeit one of the most diverse of the bunch. about six... [more]
this wasn't one conversation, but a series, that occurred in our family. for those of you not aware of our circumstances, indeed sick unto death of them, my husband is now an equity partner in a large law firm but started a bit late and the path was a bit long and bumpy. we have a fabulous daughter who attends a very elite private school, albeit one of the most diverse of the bunch.
about six months post sale of chelsea apartment and move to PCV. my second grader asks me this question, are you poor? i respond, of course not.
well, are we rich?
no, not really. but by alamost every measure, we are very comfortable financially.
a couple of days later.
why did we move?
because we decided that we didn't love the chelsea apartment and by moving we could have an equally nice apartment and a home in the country.
okay.
a few days later.
mommy, lots of people have country homes in nicer places than ours and don't have to live in Peter Cooper.
(if you don't think that i'm ready to bitch-slap a few, you think far too highly of me).
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