Now that I live in this “posh” area, my friends have taken to picking on me about it. I don’t know why, but nevertheless, they don’t know about the 15 hour days spent at work, hours spend studying for the GREs and memorizing words like perspicacity and antediluvian and slogging through classes where I had to learn about Sovietology vs. regional studies and mastering Hechler-Olin trade theory. Well, this is my reward. I get to live here:

This is the view outside my apartment. As is this:

Here is the rest of the neighborhood:

Views like this can make any bad days at work just melt away.