Is it normal that i wish i were a basement dweller?
I have a 6 figure job, my wife is a full time professional, and we live in an upper middle class neighborhood. A european vacation with our two kids every summer is the norm. Nevertheless, I find myself wishing I had never married, dropped out of college, and lived in a basement somewhere. I could make lattes at Starbucks, and come and go as I pleased. The freedom would be so sweet. IIN?