On leaving a place of wealth

There is a sadness and at the same time a relief at leaving a place of tremendous wealth: Princeton, Westchester, New York metro as a whole. The houses, the old buildings, the whole 9, wealth creation has been going on for a long time here, more or less continuously, and it has accreted and sedimented notably. Even if your own crib is modest, when you tool amongst the manses, you feel it rub off on you. Sort of. And it is, at least, pretty, in an excessive way.

On the other hand, it's all vaguely oppressive. You have to imagine how hard people have to work, what kind of assholes they must be, to live in houses that big, to care that much.

And then there's all the dirt poor people 10 miles away.