Let’s face it, parents are always right. Especially when they tell you to study well and make enough money “so that you can buy the sea-facing flat on Marine Drive.” Forget bragging rights, you could waltz down the Queen’s Necklace promenade and get to work every day. No traffic jams, no three-minute traffic signals, and no hefty fuel bills. Even if the office is in the suburbs, you’d cut through the city like a hot knife through butter, snickering at those struggling to crawl in the opposite lane.