I’ve found that I enjoy and seek out the House Hunters episodes that I REALLY can not relate to. Like newlywed couples, gay couples, people rich enough to buy vacation homes, people looking for a place in Manhattan.
If it’s a middle-class family of 4 I get a little antsy thinking about my own life. My life isn’t bad or anything, but I guess it’s a keeping-up-with-the-joneses kind of anxiety. Like, I don’t have granite countertops and a designated play room for the kids. WHY AM I SUCH A FAILURE?!