Impromptu trips to texas

It's quite interesting the lives that people live.  Granted I am not the best judge of things of these matters considering this pertains to people who live in an area that I'm unfamiliar with.  I thought that area was Piermont but I've since learned the error of my ways considering Piermont is no bigger then the one strip of street in which you enter it from.  Somehow on the way it shifts regions into Grandview or is it Nyack; regardless this is where the rich live.  The ridiculous fancy rich whose houses have vast pieces of land with grand views of the hudson and in some cases waterfront pieces of land.  Granted a waterfront property located on the Hudson river is not quite the best idea for those who dream of  cabanas and a quick swim since to put it kindly the river is as dirty as jersey.  

These are the type of people who have houses in long island in conjunction with their lavish homes just cause.  I have never truly understood the idea of a summer home especially when the difference of locale is a scant one hour.  Is the need to be on sand and salty water so much that a trip there and back to your home would be too draining or not enough.  Must days be spent soaking up the sun.  Or is it more of the gloating that comes with saying 'oh I'm going to be away at our summer home for the month...on long island.'  

It is easy to judge people when you only know the bare minimum about them.  Just as it makes it easier to be jealous.  Jealous not of their riches or their life sized cut outs of paris hilton and nicole richie but jealous of their freedom.  Usually people of the wealthy sort seem to appreciate things such as art and the like more freely.  I guess this would stem from them being bored and wanting to throw their money at something in order to create something that is in their mind worth substance and shows just how dedicated and hard working they can be. Its this freedom in that maybe in that sort of scenario, going to school and coming out with piece of paper that boldly states art* wouldn't bother me as much as it does now.  For the most part my choice is accepted but I still have my own personal doubts.  Personal doubts in that I know this is not truly what I will end up doing and that that piece of paper will not be a sigh of relief or an ends to a mean.  

*now renamed to visual arts at my fine institute

So it would be easy to think of a life where this doubt wouldn't exist.  Where I could be pretentious and spout that yes this photograph is not merely a picture of a moment in time but an achievement of substantial proportions.  If only to be rich and naive to everything and fund a movie to which I am the star.

I never did grow up on that side of town.