Whatever....you are rich, right? You live like a poor person because you want to. Cool!
I live like a poor person because I want to... nothing wrong with that.
You see, when I was growing up, my mom and dad both worked full time jobs. We were middle class. We owned a home that was big and nice in a very nice neighborhood but my parents constantly struggled to make ends meet. We had to close off sections of the house to try and save on heating and cooling bills which were through the roof. When property tax time came around, we'd have to do without in order to pay the tax man. My weekends were often spent mowing our massive 1.5 acre yard. So.... When I became an adult, I was determined to not get myself into such a situation. I raised 3 daughters in a modest lifestyle, even though I was making better than modest income. I saved my butt off for years and years and avoided going into debt for anything. My girls are grown now, and I am widowed, living alone. I have a nice small cabin in the country, just perfect for a single person. I have no debts, all my stuff is paid for, and I live on less than $20k per year. My wealth assets are well into the millions, I've not checked them lately.
For dinner, I often make something like butter beans and cornbread or biscuits and gravy. I eat SPAM sandwiches for lunch, or fried bologna. I have a small garden in the Summer and many times, my dinner is completely from my garden. I can and freeze stuff for the winter. I don't do these things because I have to, I do them because I want to. I could eat out at a steak house every single night for the rest of my life, if I wanted to. I could own a private jet and a mansion. I don't want that. I paid cash for my kid's tuition to college, but two of them attended community college and got two-year degrees, the third went to university on scholarship. I do tend to spoil my grandkids a bit at Christmas and on their birthdays, but never to any extravagant means. I bought all my girls a used $2k car when they turned 16. I could have bought them any car they wanted. I could drive any car I wanted, I have a 2006 Scion xB and a 1969 Chevy C-10 pickup.
You see, money doesn't buy you happiness. Material things are not happiness. I am as happy and content as I can be around a campfire in the wilderness, eating a can of pork-n-beans. Don't get me wrong, it's nice to know that I no longer have to work and earn a living. But living some lavish opulent lifestyle isn't for me.... never has been, never will be.