I gotta stop reading certain things.
I have been seeing lots of articles about people downsizing, downscaling. refocusing, moving from their 80-hour-a-week Manhattan important-jobs-and-lives to some countrified redo, some jelly-making business, some sprung-from-the-head-of-Zeus hat company that is instantly hip[ because of whatever this person USED to do. Whatever they do in their new digs, it affords them a 1400 SF cottage with gorgeously slightly distressed and immaculately organized and a 40 hour work week so they can pursue all the outdoor recreation they always dreamed of, and also, their twins Chinook and Bodhi, who love to eat radishes still covered with dirt.
And I think to myself, Huh. (I am full of penetrating insights like that. Sometimes I think, Wha?)
In most of the world, our ~1100 SF home is… wait for it… PALATIAL. As a home for three humans, it is downright luxurious. That we own two working (most of the time) cars? Unreal. That we have a kitchen stuffed with food and the ability to buy inarguably frivolous things like chocolate chips, wine, kiwi, crackers? Crazy. (Well, the wine may or may not be a necessity. Judgment call.)
I recommend checking out this link, The Global Rich List. It will compare your income or wealth to, well, the rest of the world. Eye opening.
(YES, it is cheaper to live in other places, so it is not a Cost-of-living/quality-of-life index. Eye opening nonetheless.)