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So I started reading this post
and I don't think I ever knew where the lines between 'rich' and 'poor' lay. My family briefly had a small housething in Ardmore, just outside Philadelphia; I was told it was 'the wrong side of the tracks' -- the other side being the /rich/ side. We moved to Damascus within two years, and there we never had to pay rent -- it's a family summer Victorian home, on one hundred acres of forested land -- and my mom's parents took care of the health insurance costs and a couple other things, I forget what. We still paid the bills.
Reading that thread, I recognize a fair amount, but I had never thought of it in context of monetary income. It just was. My hair was always cut at home, and I preferred it that way. After I was taken out of elementary in favor of homeschooling, it was never cut at all. (Still hasn't, twelve years later. XP) No hand-me-downs because I'm an only child. I remember being praised for my cheap tastes in food and I was amused because I really did prefer potato soup and off-brand boxed food. We've had gardens several years, and will again this year (blueberries~~~~ and we have the perfect soil to grow them in~). I'm still a packrat, though that may have come from my childhood preoccupation with arts&crafts and how it's so much cheaper and better for the environment to just save random things. My mom is very frugal. I oscillate between frugal and a compensation mentality (though I've found I can often manipulate my mind into appeasement by bookmarking/dogearing something I'm interested in and just waiting until it goes out of stock and I can't buy it, haha). Maybe it's just a remnant of how sheltered I am, but I remember believing $100,000+ being a huge huge amount of money. Heck, my gut still believes it. When I found out what my stocks were worth I was nothing short of shocked.
and I just kinda ran out of words there. End of post.
I'm not trying to make a point or anything; I am musing, and thought some others might like to read it, despite its incompleteness.
For a 'real' update, anxiety is kicking my butt and later today my mom is going to make an appointment at the doctor's to try and get me some medicine. Thinking/talking about it is one of the things that causes it, so please don't ask me about it.
~Talec
and I don't think I ever knew where the lines between 'rich' and 'poor' lay. My family briefly had a small housething in Ardmore, just outside Philadelphia; I was told it was 'the wrong side of the tracks' -- the other side being the /rich/ side. We moved to Damascus within two years, and there we never had to pay rent -- it's a family summer Victorian home, on one hundred acres of forested land -- and my mom's parents took care of the health insurance costs and a couple other things, I forget what. We still paid the bills.
Reading that thread, I recognize a fair amount, but I had never thought of it in context of monetary income. It just was. My hair was always cut at home, and I preferred it that way. After I was taken out of elementary in favor of homeschooling, it was never cut at all. (Still hasn't, twelve years later. XP) No hand-me-downs because I'm an only child. I remember being praised for my cheap tastes in food and I was amused because I really did prefer potato soup and off-brand boxed food. We've had gardens several years, and will again this year (blueberries~~~~ and we have the perfect soil to grow them in~). I'm still a packrat, though that may have come from my childhood preoccupation with arts&crafts and how it's so much cheaper and better for the environment to just save random things. My mom is very frugal. I oscillate between frugal and a compensation mentality (though I've found I can often manipulate my mind into appeasement by bookmarking/dogearing something I'm interested in and just waiting until it goes out of stock and I can't buy it, haha). Maybe it's just a remnant of how sheltered I am, but I remember believing $100,000+ being a huge huge amount of money. Heck, my gut still believes it. When I found out what my stocks were worth I was nothing short of shocked.
and I just kinda ran out of words there. End of post.
I'm not trying to make a point or anything; I am musing, and thought some others might like to read it, despite its incompleteness.
For a 'real' update, anxiety is kicking my butt and later today my mom is going to make an appointment at the doctor's to try and get me some medicine. Thinking/talking about it is one of the things that causes it, so please don't ask me about it.
~Talec