“I can tell you what I don’t like about it.” I said with shadows piercing a touch of attitude in each word. My mother hadn’t finished gushing about the house, but stopped abruptly at my statement. “What is that?” she asked in a curious and amused voice, as if the mansion my aunt purchased couldn’t have a single flaw. “It only has 5 bedrooms.” I retorted. I saw my mother smile in the rearview mirror as she stifled a snort. “Think about it mom. It has the same amount of bedrooms as your current house does. Your house is a third of the size of that place and a very nice home. The space in that house is wasteful.”
My mother’s expression changed from amused to concerned. “But Em! The VIEW!” She exclaimed as if I had been blind while walking through the home. “Yeah I saw it. It’s beautiful.” Which it had been. The house was situated at the top of an enormous hill with a 360 degree view. Lake Michigan was on one side of the home at the bottom of a steep bluff and looked out on two large islands in the distance off the coast, while the other 3 sides overlooked meadow, fields, and vineyards in the distance just off M22. It was breathtaking. You could watch the weather come and go. You saw so much sky at night being a sizable distance from any large towns or light pollution.
Yes, it was beautiful…but it wasn’t any different from my parents house situated out in the countryside of rural Wisconsin where you could see the same expanse of beautiful sky and fields on all sides as they swayed in the breeze. Sure you couldn’t see the lake from my parents house, but at least most of our beaches were within driving distance and had free parking to the public and well protected by local government environmentalists. My aunt had to buy another plot of land to have beach access here…and it took almost as long of a drive to get to it as it did for my parents to get to the lake from their house. Which was all the more for me to be annoyed at my mother for oohing at such a place, when she had a home that was beautiful, had great views, similar amenities available to her, and was much more practical in size.
My aunt’s house was the epitome of impractical extravagance. The great room alone had once been a swimming pool, so old and unkept by the former homeowners that it was eventually filled with concrete and turned into a great room so awkward in dimensions that to figure out what to do with it was my aunt’s biggest first world problem.
There was a lot to do at the house to make it better. Water damage in the basement required some drywall to be replaced. Every room could use a fresh coat of paint to freshen it up. The master bedroom had 4 walk-in closets and a linen closet while all the other rooms either had no or hardly any closets at all, which seemed an unfortunate oversight for such a large place. My aunt had a few spaces she wanted remodeled eventually. Like the front living room with outdated trim and built in bookshelves. The finished basement, from which she wanted the old dark wood bar removed and the space reworked. There were 3 staircases, which seemed impractical for my aunt and her wife who were getting older and likely had mobility issues in their near future. One was a spiral staircase with a 4 ft clearance to the corner of the ceiling, and required even my small frame to duck to get up into the widow’s walk…which was merely a 10×10 room that overlooked the property and made one very aware of the last time the roof of the house had been done last…as well as the weirdness of the roofline.
I think as humans it’s very typical for us to aspire to more, especially in our consumerist western culture. Money would be nice to get us out of debt and get us nice things and experiences, but all it does is get rid of the worry of money. Your stuff begins to own you after a while as it requires maintenance. I watch my aunts run from property to property and do nothing but work the entire time, even if it’s under the guise of vacationing. The work never ends, and the relaxation never begins.
My aunts at least have money to pay others to maintain their properties when they are away, even though the properties are clearly impractical for them as they are older. Plus the properties are always fairly large or historic and there are only the two of them to stay on top of it all and manage all those who they require to manage their properties when they are away. Not to mention the risk they take letting strangers come and go from their homes.
My parents raised me in a very nice house, and have made that space into a wonderful home, but the more my mother gushed over my aunt’s newest property the more upset I became over her unbridled envy. My parents’ home is much too large for them now that we kids moved out, and as they’re getting older, it’s so much more work for them without us kids to help out. My parents live well in their space, and have used it practically all our lives to house family and friends and create an atmosphere of love. They’ve invested their entire lives to making that house a home, and while it is only a house, it holds a lot of sentiment that these other properties my aunts keep getting don’t and won’t have.
Plus I have a little thing against the toxicity of the income property industry.