Rantings and Ravings
I just got back from a week away from Carbon County. It is hard to get back into the swing of things. It felt like I was not just state away, but in a whole other world.
The area I was in had real estate ads that pitched property for $3.5 million and above with huge homes as tear down properties. Mansions as second homes were still moving although at a slower pace than two years ago.
People were suing a developer to get out of condo sales because they dropped in value from 2.2 million to about 1.4 million before they were even occupied. Oh what a life.
Contrasting all that excess wealth with what we saw on the news in Haiti during the week and it was even more like living in the land of bizzarro. It was truly a lesson of the contrasts between the haves and the have nots. Even in the best days Haitians struggle just to put food on the table and a roof over their heads.
We shared our vacation space with several other friends over the week. It is the only way we could afford to peek into the way the other half lives. Our place was small compared to the many properties in the area, but it was very adequate for us. It remains decorated in 70s style mountain kitchen in a neighborhood that has houses that are occupied by the owners year round.
The friends that join us have changed over the years, but the experience of getting together remains as delightful as ever. We are a mixed group of ideals, political views, interests and ages. It makes for some great discussions of the variety of topics that crop up as the week progresses.
Food and TV choices at night seem to pose the greatest risk of dividing the group. But even then we all seem to work it out and everyone has a great time.
Then as quickly as it begins, the week is over and we head our separate ways. The stresses and daily grind we left behind now seem to beckon us back home to a comforting routine and our own beds.
Within minutes of getting home I have to deal with the day to day issues at hand. Laundry is piled up, calls need to be returned. Bills have are already waiting to be paid. I have deadlines to meet for the paper.
Whew! Glad to be home. And I really mean it. I am thankful for all I have to come home to. I could not live without a little bit of stress to make things interesting. I am happy with the things I have and content to find ways to keep us where we are.
Experiencing the fringes of how the wealthy see life while watching the horrors of a disaster in a truly improvised country, I know that I am blessed.
Time to get to back to work now.