The rich buy a house, buy shoes, ordinary people buy a house

The house is my favorite. No matter which city I go to, my final plan is to visit the local house. Neural? That is my professional mental illness.

I also hated the house. It consumed so much time in my life that I worked for it, obsessed with it, and tired of it. The house is the source of my life, and it inhibits my ideals and my future.

Nearly a decade ago, I finally had my dream house. It was completely my house. For it I gave up many opportunities. Many opportunities for development. I thought that would be the only house in my life. Witness the results of my past work: the company's house, the house I can afford, just like many dreams come true. I was so excited and exhausted my savings at the time: I bought it and exhausted my energy to dress it up. I finally had my own home, and I grew up and be independent. Last year I sold it. Like a piece of clothing that has been through for a long time, I still have feelings for it, but I no longer have passion for it.

What is the house? Your first expectation after your adulthood, your first dream, belongs to your own free dreaming and living place. At the same time, the house is Satan. It is so concrete in my little ideal that it is so sweet and so vicious The bondage of my chasing wings. I no longer have the courage to be born without the fear of tigers. I no longer have a vast sea, and the sky is high.

Interrupting one of his ribs and using some brick tiles to connect it, the body is heavy and heavy. It seems that all the efforts in life are for a few bricks and tiles.

The wealthy people around them still continue to build their industries, watching people raise their houses and earn money from their houses. They suddenly realize their own misunderstandings. Some people have money. The house is only part of the people’s investment portfolio. Just like antiques, antiques are Collectible, and what are we buying? Although the porcelain produced by a modern industrialization industry was bought from the antiques market, the stuff we bought won't rise or make us happy, but we still cling to it, we think we We can therefore preserve our own small amount of money. We think that we have an eye for appreciation. We think we are buying a treasure because everyone says it is a treasure.

Tulips have once caused a tsunami. Our baby, our dream, our pursuit, is not more valuable than the use of tulips?

For the ideal of the house, we would rather interrupt ourselves with a rib. What to think, how to value!

But it was the former me, now I, would rather rent a house to live, but also help the landlord to spend huge sums of money to decorate, I do not buy it. How to count, is a cost-effective, rent I do not optimistic about it up, I am optimistic about it down, if there is a rent option trading, I certainly buy it down, I can spend a small cost to rent my house to live. To live better in reality, we can never buy back our youth, our freedom, our happiness with money! Never be burdened by any worthless stuff! The house is not our child, let alone give it unbearable expectations!

I want to redesign my ideals, work hard and strive to be rich! Buying a house is as easy as buying a shoe. Buying a house is as easy as buying a shoe. I'm free to shop in a big shop: CHANNEL, KENZO, GUCCI, oh, more!

Anyway, I don't want to break the ribs anymore!