I don’t live in the nice part of town.
I don’t live on the beach, or the golf course, or near the country clubs, or the state park, or even the mall.
Actually, I live in an 800 square foot trailer – oops, excuse me, my grandmother insists I use the term “mobile home” for some reason.
But, when I leave school after dropping Elise off in the morning, I get to drive by this on the way to the laundromat, and I think, hey, maybe I can’t wake to this view everyday, but if I’m going to live in a shitty ass wintery state like Connecticut, at least I get to live in a town by the water. At least there’s that.