I've never been wealthy, but, as most people, always wanted to be.
Anywhere from enough to live comfortably to a Billion, thank you, doesn't matter.
I wanted that mansion and all that comes with it, servants, chauffeur, landscapers, and such when I
was young and still had my parents.
Why? Because even then my dream was to have a mansion in New Zealand away from everyone
and make it my own little world with everything I could want right there at home.
Well, I don't want that now that I am alone and older.
The money would still be just fine, but, only because I would like to now have a small place in the woods
away from everyone. People to help me physically do house chores, cook and clean.
I would get an RV big enough to be like a small home and travel the country. A Chauffeur to drive it
and someone to go with me for company. No agenda and no rush.
When the time comes I would need assisted living care, I would be able to have the finest and not
have to worry about paying for it.
I have no care about what's the style, the boasting or keeping up with anyone.
Just to be able to do as I want.
As far as managing money, the man I live with is wealthy and has no problems with financial headaches.
He has learned the ways to spread it around so to speak. Different investments and only keeps around
$50,000 in the bank for use.
Plus he takes most all of mine each month for rent and complains it can never be enough for my expense
of living there, but, he doesn't want to be alone and isn't ready to go into institutional living.
So to help with my expenses of living in the east wing, I help him with driving, housework, doctors, etc.
And I'm also there to scream at when he goes on a rant.
Many of you have heard me speak of this arrangement before.
Maybe this helps you understand why I am trying to hang in there.
He has no family and if I can endure being his caregiver without going totally nuts. Where there's a will... well, you know the rest.