Occasionally, I’m reminded of the “economic divide” existing between myself and my Westlake/Southlake students.
Make that “gaping chasm”.
Today, I arrived early at one of my piano students so that I could nurse G. The mother graciously offered me her bedroom for quiet privacy.
Maybe it’s the fact that I have been going to these houses for years, but I’ve grown quite used to the dramatic foyers, beautiful detailed finishes, massive square footage.
But it smacks me in the face when I enter a new part of their house.
For instance, technically, I didn’t nurse in her Master Bedroom. I nursed in the adjoining sitting room.
From where I was sitting, I could see into the bathroom (one of 7, mind you). Get this: to get to the tub, you would have to climb 4 stairs. It was situated up in a bay window on a platform that has to be the size of our bathroom.
Once I re-entered the foyer, I saw things with new eyes– huge windows, soaring ceilings.
Sometimes, they invite me into their kitchen or their home office while they get me a glass of water or write their tuition check.
As I drive away, it becomes apparent why Westlake is considered the wealthiest suburb in all of the US. Even the Head Coach of the NFL Saints is moving there.