the good life

A few weeks ago, when I was watching the morning news, they did a story about this really expensive house that had just been put up for sale in America. Supposedly the asking price was over $30 million (AUD), and the place included a cinema, bowling alley, and fully -stocked candy bar, amongst other “standard luxury” things like a pool, and a garage full of fancy cars.

Anyway, the features of the property aren’t important. Not to me, anyway. And even if someone happened to give me this house, firstly that’d be really suspicious (it has “scam” written all over it), and secondly I’m not sure I’d even move to America for a place like that (no offence to America – it’s more that I’m quite attached to living in Australia).

So why, then, am I still thinking about this house?

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