Yesterday I stopped by the office of someone in our faith family. I got a tour of a local RV park, but it wasn’t what you would expect. First of all, they don’t call them RV’s (they’re “motorcoaches”), and secondly, it wasn’t really a park. It was 80 acres of top-shelf resort. Large lakes, a marina, tennis, golf, restaurant, fitness… more than I can list.
“How much do they cost?” I asked. “That one on the corner over there went for over $1 million”. She pointed to a nice piece of land, probably about 3000 square feet, which is about 1/3 the size of a normal house lot in most neighborhoods. What does a million dollars get you? They make you spend $1500 a year at the restaurant and HOA’s are $500/mo. And there is no home until you drive your $500k RV into your lot.
$1.5 million will buy you a nice house in the desert… a really nice house. Why do people buy in an RV… er… Motorcoach club? It fits their lifestyle. For some people, this is their dream. I don’t begrudge them their choice, but it got me thinking. What lifestyle choices do I make that would seem ridiculous to someone who is totally unfamiliar with the way we live in America (or even on the “other side of the tracks”)?
Having just come back from Nicaragua, I have some idea of how people live in other countries. Guilt and shame aren’t my motivation for asking these questions of myself. It’s more of illuminating the root of what I want… why I chose my lifestyle choices. One of the things I’ve discovered is that lifestyle choices aren’t bad, as long as they are actually well thought-out choices and not lifestyle accidents.