Blog Three- Erica Currier

I have never been out of the country, never west or north of Chicago. I come from a lower middle-class family who doesn't often travel. But I have travelled past these lower middle-class bounds into an upper-class home. My great uncles are rich programmers and they had my sister and I up to their house in Columbus, Ohio. Everyone there had opinions and were not afraid of drunkenly telling me all about it. This was hugely impactful for me.  I had always wanted to be rich but upon seeing how things didn't matter to these people disillusioned me completely. My entire life my parents buying me something was because I had earned not just because I wanted it. But these housewives spent money they hadn't earned and were spending it on wine and jewelry, things to show off at a later date. I can't describe how different that was to my little family. Money didn't represent love at home, but in Columbus, Ohio in my great aunt's living room it
was. That destroyed my goals in life and devastated me for a time. But I've come to the conclusion, money is fun and good for a time, but it doesn't make a life, and I won't let it make my life.