My million dollar shack

Some days you wake up and think this is the day you are going to be a millionaire, and then other days you feel that you’ll be living in this shack for the rest of your God forsaken life.  And by shack, I am referring to a $4,500 rental in the heart of Silicon Valley.  Everyone knows about the rise and fall of the housing market, but currently the Bay Area is on an astronomical rise with no end in sight.  By most accounts, our rental is a bargain, but by bargain I mean that $4,500 a month will get you a circa 1950, two bedroom, one bath, 1,800 square foot house with salmon paint peeling off the walls and a puke brown kitchen with a Jenn-Air four burner coil cooktop.  It is really quite mortifying when you step back and look at the situation, but when you are in it, you can justify it every which way.  Back in the hey-day when I cooking out with my six burner Thermador stove, I would mock my mom for being so loyal to those black coils, inconsistently heating up her stir-fries and eggs.   I honestly could not understand how anyone could succumb to such backwardness in domesticity.  But then again, back then, I honestly could not understand a lot of things the way I do now.