BK to JC. Moved into a house instead of the largest apartment my friends had ever seen, which was a 1.5 bedroom garden apartment. Basically the basement of a brownstone with the rich dummy owners living on the top 3 floors. Every time and any time I walked out of my door, I had people moving with me in the same direction. I slow down, there’s more people. I speed up, same thing. It got the best of me. I don’t miss it. I enjoyed waking everywhere and the subway but I learned I am very content in my own home, with my own family and with multiple closets. That to me, is luxurious