Does Money Buy Happiness?... no.... sorta.

I just read Tuesday's Child's most recent post at the time of writing this. I have a few things to say as someone who has lived both middle class and broke to the point of near homelessness. It's an age-old question, does money buy happiness? My answer is no... but with an asterisk. For context, I've lived in a hilltop condo in Anaheim Hills, I've lived in gated communities. I've also lived in a slummy duplex that had mold growing throughout parts of the dwelling that the landlord never bothered to fix. I've lived in a cheap 1-bedroom apartment with a cockroach infestation and one time where a dude got stabbed just outside of my stairwell. I've lived in a rundown neighborhood and remembered coming home from school with eviction notices on a regular basis because my single mother could barely afford rent. I've lived with a full refrigerator, and have had sleep for dinner. This isn't to make a "woe is me" shit, I'm just trying to give you my background so you know I'm not pulling this…

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