Well that article is so dumb.
Fucking cac built a treehouse in his parents back garden and the article is talking about like he is some messiah example to us normal folks quitting his job and living of fairy dust.
Sweet house sure.
Eh, I'm more offened by this:
they got stoned and raced motorbikes.
Seems like a bad bad baddddddddd idea to me.
One reason Mr. Huntington built the treehouses, in fact, was that he was having trouble working in his previous home, a custom camper he drove around the West. “I lived on the road for three years,” he said. “And it’s awesome. It’s an amazing way to live. But it’s hard to get things done.”
...
It was his first job out of college, and he initially found it fun and creatively challenging. But after a year and a half, he realized he didn’t care that much about clothes.
“I remember looking at photos of bush pilots and thinking: ‘I can take photos. I don’t want to live my life in the city. I want to go do something else.’ ”
Good on him, though? He desired to settle down, decided to do it in a "lavish" way and did it.
His parents, real estate agents who are outdoors enthusiasts, had bought the land years earlier; it lies a few miles from the rustic wood house where Mr. Huntington had grown up. When he got back to New York, he gave his notice.
...Oh. Well, uh... still good? At least he's making use of the land that his parents didn't?
He ate cheap Mexican food or cooked out. To cut down on gas costs, he would park for several weeks, spending time on Baja beaches or at Sierra Nevada campsites. Drive anywhere. No obligations. “It was everything I wanted it to be and more,” he said. “I was 23.”
Yeah, well when I was 23 I had far more pressing issues than being able to live off mommy and daddy's money and be a surf bum.
(Not saying that
isn't possible to do, but
)
Mr. Huntington regards the Studio as his work space and the Octagon as his bedroom; he regards the small house his mother built, 100 feet away, as a source of electricity and plumbing.
Oh, scratch the above. He's using land his own parents use in addition to their house a few blocks away.
When a strong wind whips across the Cinder Cone, as it would that night, the whole structure — bridge and tree and treehouse — sways and creaks.
“It’s not exactly to code,” Mr. Huntington said with a laugh.
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In any case, that OP title (unless it was changed) is a bunch of sour-grapes over someone finding happiness in a way that
granted is "rich privilege" isn't something most rich people (or non-rich) do.
