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Battling the green-eyed monster

The song goes ‘You Can’t Always Get What You Want’ – ain’t that the truth.

When I was five years old going to Grade 1 at St. Luke’s all I wanted was to wear a pair of jeans to school. It was a Catholic school, complete with a school uniform, but the tartan kilt and yellow turtleneck sweater were remnants of bygone days. Everyone wore jeans… except for our family. Because that’s how they did things in Scotland and my mum still hadn’t settled into life in the New World. Oh, how I longed for a pair of jeans and the chance to be just like everyone else.

When I was seven all I wanted was a T-shirt with my name in felt letters across the back.

When I was eight I wanted desperately to have my ears pierced.

When I was 10 I wanted to be Bobby Ewing’s wife in Dallas.

But, it’s a cruel world, and I learned quickly that even when you try, sometimes you just can’t get what you want.

Since I moved to Whistler it seems as though my want list has been getting bigger and bigger. Instead of renting a small one-bedroom apartment in Emerald, I want a house on Green Lake complete with media room. (I had no idea what a media room was until I moved to Whistler. We always called the room with the TV the family room). Instead of a special birthday treat at the spa, I want weekly massages and facials at the Chateau. Instead of my two-year old snowboard with gouges on the side, I want a new Option board for the season, and why not throw in some new pants and a warmer jacket while we’re on the subject. And hey, I wouldn’t scoff at a new car to replace my bus pass.

Sadly, the list goes on.

Living in Whistler, rubbing shoulders with some of the richest people in the world, it’s easy to want more things, bigger stuff, better gear. It’s even harder not to get pissed off about the fact that while you’re living paycheque to paycheque trying to figure out how to pay the bills, someone else is living the high life trying to figure out how to hide another 1,000 square feet with hidden walls and fake floors in their 5,000 square foot home.

And is it just me or does the gap between rich and poor seem to be morphing into a gaping black hole? It seems like the mansions on the hills are getting more lavish, just as the rents in the back of the Pique for lifties, front desk people, store clerks and the rest of us keep climbing. Does everyone think that it’s natural to live in a room with four other people, and still pay $500 each?

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