It was a pretty big step for me to switch from a little family house to the exciting, high-end West Egg. I felt that I would be successful in that area and among the rich, even though I wasn't to the fullest extent one of them. I wasn't accustomed to that get-everything-you-want-whenever-you-want lifestyle, but was open to giving it a try. I was still nervous though, but that was to be expected. Sure, I was well off, but I felt like a poor servant among kings at times. I hoped that everybody would like me, and I wouldn't make any enemies. That fear of rejection or hatred from my new peers was something I didn't want because everybody in town knew each other's business whether it was positive or not. Seeing how Daisy and Tom treated each other and other people, I didn't want to be like them, but I was confident that there were genuine rich people. Meeting Gatsby confirmed my hope and I was getting used to living comfortably. The fancy parties, ease of luxury, and fast-paced adventures just around the bend was starting to become a part of me after long, but I was ok with that. I liked it. I didn't feel like it was consuming my life like Daisy, Tom, and their friends. It wasn't until Gatsby's death that my heart told me how superficial I could easily become and that I had to distance myself from this way of life and return back home to my old-fashioned, get-what-you-want-through-hard-work routine.
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