When I die, someone else will own it and one of my kids will enjoy raising their family there as much as I have. I own my home, I own the memories, I own the sense of security and I own the joy it has brought me. In my eyes that makes me a very wealthy person.
An interesting aside: Yesterday was a very very low tide so I took my son out to the tidepools in Carlsbad near Terra Mar. We walked past the home that recently sold for a record price in Carlsbad ($8.2M). It is spectacular and the view is phenomenal. I asked him if he would like to live there and be able to walk onto the beach. He said it was nice but that he loved his house and wouldnt want to live there. Sorry, I’m not depressed.
