Some people think fancy cars are the sign of arriving. Or the right house in the right neighborhood. The purse that costs as much as a semester at City College. How about that watch the guy on the IRT #5 kept talking about LOUDLY, which is how I found out it cost the same as two months of my health insurance...
My favorite watch is the self-winding Timex my dad got for a dollar at a yard sale and the over-size purse I use most these days was $5.99 at a thrift store. Only later did I find out it was a diaper bag for a hipster-type mom. And the home I have rented for almost forty years didn't start out in the "right neighborhood" (although how "right" it is now is seriously up for debate).
What I dream of or wish I had more money for comes and goes - sometimes it's the desire for a weekly massage and sometimes it's the millions of bucks that could stop the slaughter of elephants while micro-financing thousands of women's new businesses.
But, until those flush days come, what lets me know I've arrived is the thrill of living in a city that has power and water and lets me turn dials and press buttons so I can do laundry in the middle of the night wearing not much beyond my hopes and my pajamas.
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