We don't really have a choice where we live because my parents live in my basement, and they're extremely happy living there. We all enjoy living together.
I often say that I love everything within the four walls of my house. Everything outside the four walls of my house, I hate, because we live in your normal suburban loop subdivision right off a service road near the interstate. There is absolutely no street-level life. It's just large lots, biggish houses, and it's extremely boring.
Meanwhile, my kids are happy little entrepreneurs, 8 years old and 6 years old. They went out into the front yard today and set out all their seashells, which they have for some reason, probably from one of our trips to Myrtle Beach. They put them on a table with a little sign that said, "Seashells for Sale," for $0.25 apiece or something.
Well, being kids, they're a little optimistic. We live in a neighborhood that is not a āpeaceful, quietā neighborhood. It is a lifeless neighborhood. It's dead.
They could sit there all afternoon, and there would be no one walking by, no one walking a dog, no one walking to or from any destination. It's just cars driving by.
They will never sell a single seashell, and I find that very sad.