Due to the state of Minnesota’s seeming unquenchable desire to do construction on roads that I need to drive on every single day, I’ve recently had to explore some new routes to and from work. Where I used to zip in on the freeway, I now take a slower drive down one of the most famous streets in my city, a street lined on both sides by grand homes and marked by a towering cathedral at the end.
Every time I drive down this street, I shamelessly gawk at the amazing homes and find myself wondering things like “when, exactly, does a home shift from being a house to being a mansion?” and “who lives there? Like, no really, who lives there?
I am what my husband calls a “Nosy Parker” and so I find that what I really want is for each of these grand houses to have an informational sign in front of them that answers all of my questions, like how much is the mortgage payment on this sucker? And what is the electric bill? And do you hire a housekeeper like as a given? And how much money do you have to make and have to live in a place like this:
(Currently on the market! Price recently reduced by $200,000! A steal at just over $1.4 million)
I also want to know even nosier things like: are you happy here? Do you think you are rich? Can you borrow a cup of sugar from your neighbors or is that weird and something you’d send your housekeeper to do? Can kids do sidewalk chalk on the sidewalks here or are children in neighborhoods like this both unseen and unheard?
Sometimes I day dream about being rich (these day dreams usually involve writing a best selling novel and then selling the movie rights and then getting to meet Idris Elba nobody is as handsome as my husband) and being able to shop for houses like this. But I know, in a fundamental sort of way, that I’ll never really live on a block like this and I’m okay with that. I love my neighborhood and the sounds of kids shrieking and playing in my backyard.
But, still. Don’t you ever just wonder what financial life looks like on the fanciest block in your town?