Tonight SH and I met up with an old friend of mine from High School. I haven't seen him in 13 years but we recently reconnected via facebook. He and his partner own an amazing house in Boston's South End. Union Park to be exact.
They are restoring the house to look as it did when it was built in the late 1800s. 24 carat gold golf leaf borders around the room and all.
Their kitchen is something you can only dream about.
They have heated floors throughout the house.
A private backyard (this is HUGE in Boston!)
Deeded parking spaces (even more HUGE in Boston!)
I couldn't even imagine living in a place as gorgeous or luxurious as this.
They travel to Europe multiple times a year.
My friends partner has worked on some of my very favorite professional athletes (he is in the medical field).
Every thing was just kind of jaw-dropping and it was hard not to feel twinge of jealousy or feel a little bit inferior.
Don't get me wrong , I think I do just fine in life.
I have a good job (even though it is nowhere near a dream job but that's for another day).
I have an awesome husband and adorable puppy.
We always have gas in our cars, food on our plates and clothes on our back.
But I don't own a house, don't see it happening in the foreseeable future and haven't been to Europe in 8 years. Boo.
The grass is always greener, eh?