LIFE ON THE INSIDE
About that Money Tree
A few posts ago, I wrote about not having a money tree. Or a money houseplant, for that matter. Today, I know I’d need far more than a money tree. I’d need a forest of them.
Mr. Lucky passed Quest Village’s assessment and was offered his own apartment, the opportunity to live in an environment with people just like him, and a real chance to work for Mickey if he wants it. It’s all great right?
Except it isn’t. Because of his “situation” and Quest Village’s requirements for all new residents to have certain services, particularly those who are emerging from such “situations,” the price is exorbitant. I mean high. Really high. Are you ready?
$4,423 a month.
Oh. Holy. Shit.
Numbers are not my forte, but I do believe that comes to just over $53,000 a year.
Remember, this place doesn’t take a Medicaid Waiver. It’s private pay only. How do regular parents like me and Rob afford this? Most of the residents who live at Quest live there their entire lives. If Mr. Lucky, who’s 32, makes it to the ripe old age of 100, that’s 68 years. If I liquidated my entire retirement savings, I still couldn’t swing it AND I’d have to move in with him.
