It's A Place to Live

This afternoon we drove to a big Best Buy store to buy a new toy, a pen tablet, so I could work on Daisies new blogger template. The store is in an up and coming neighborhood on the east side of Columbus, Ohio. This is one of those areas that is growing fast with new money, floods of families with small kids, a husband with a good job, a soccer mom with a mini van. A few years ago this town was small, quaint, and surrounded by corn fields. Today there are upscale grocery stores, nice places to eat, theaters and malls, and an explosion of new housing.
Every one of these developments is trying to convey an upscale image. You know the place, there is a nice landscaped lawn area facing the road, with a semi circular rock wall, lit appropriately of course. On the wall are some big brass letters spelling out the name of the development. Here we have "The Reserve at Cross Creek" or "The Trails at Morgan Farm", there was even a "The Residences at Turnberry". Give me a break, what these developments are really mcmansions (read: sub-prime issues) plopped down in a former soybean field and gussied up with some landscaping and the obligatory rock wall with lettering. It should be "Sub Prime Acres" or "Pretension Prairie" how about "The Residences at Cookie Cutter Acres"?
I wonder at the sorts of people that buy into this sort of pseudo luxury spin builders put on these developments. Do they get some sort of satisfaction, living in a house that is too expensive, 2 feet from the neighbor, with cul de sacs with nothing but surveyors flags to show where more mc mansions will someday go. Since it has a fancy name, that must mean it is a good neighborhood, gee lets borrow too much money and buy it.
I live in a block of homes that have no name, unless it would be "the slums on fair" or "po folks estates". My neighborhood at least has some character, and some life, and we aren't in over our heads on the mortgage.

This is day three of my quest to post every day for 30 days.