A teen’s First Job: Shocking what you’ll spend your money on

Tree uI was fourteen when my older sister asked me if I wanted to take over her house-cleaning job at the Goldman’s.

Mr. and Mrs. Goldman lived in a large, modern home.  They were minimalists, and back then, I don’t think we even had a word for that.  The upstairs foyer opened wide into the living room, which flowed into the kitchen.  Instead of walls, there were windows.  A greenhouse was  off of the kitchen, so Mrs. Goldman could grow her own organic vegetables.  At that time, we didn’t know what organic was, either.

Hardwood floors lined the house, which was unusual in Maryland.  Instead of furniture, they had several 6’ fig trees in their living room, with just a small couch to sit on.  Those trees became a nuisance to me, because I had to pick up every leaf off of the floor.   The only thing the Goldman’s had in excess were books, thousands of them, contained in one room in the house. Continue reading