At the very least, it’s given those of us who missed the boat a nice, group-therapy experience to come commiserate and conjecture about when we should stop toe-dipping and dive in ourselves (i.e., when the bottom truly hits). Enjoy your cottage–wish I had pushed the hubby into buying that cute little cottage back in ’98 for only $450k (that now goes for nearly twice that). But you can’t change the past….
