Wow, this looks like a lot of fun. I wanna try too, here goes:
I live in a $1.8 million penthouse condo boasting a 700 sq. foot master bedroom, a marblefloored master bathroom with a jucuzzi and bidet, and a 900sq. foot patio from where I have a 180 degree view that includes fireworks in DC during the summer and an amazing shot of the Bethesda Mormon temple. It's in one of the nation's wealthiest counties, and there's a concert hall across the street that was completed just last spring, so the value is set to keep rising.
The monthly condo fees are $1500, but I don't pay one red penny because the place belongs to my family, and all I have to do to earn my keep is keep my grades up and make sure that nothing breaks. With 5 bathrooms and a laundry room, there's a lot that can go wrong. If and when I get married, the place becomes mine officially, but in the meantime, when I get bored, I make the 3 hour jaunt to our beachhouse, about 3 hours away, which sports its own elevator and makes the condo look like a shoebox. The property taxes on that place could probably finance a decent house in its own right.
There're 2 other properties as well, one here in the states, and one in Europe.
Next week, I'm gonna go to Best Buy and spend about $300 on a modest digital camera because let's face it, an extra 3 or 4 megapixels is only going to make my lame family outing photos look crisper, not better.
Oh yeah, and I still have all my hair.
Moral of the story:
Who the hell cares what you own when you have the personality of a walnut?
