Beach house, without question. I spent my summers growing up on a lake. Every day I woke up to the light reflecting onto the ceiling from the waves. I fell asleep listening to waves lapping at the seawall. It’s probably the most content and relaxed I’ve ever been. Could just be nostalgia for a life (and the teenage lifestyle) and people long gone, but to live that way again when I retire is my fondest wish. Probably out of reach, but I can dream.
Lots of fucking spiders on and in a beach house, though, lol. I still have nightmares about the way you’d sometimes open the sliding glass door and three or four fat ones would immediately drop down, I guess drawn by the temperature difference? So listen, beach houses are fucking awful. None of you should want one. If you have one, you probably want to leave. I’d be willing to take it off your hands at a discount.
Beach house, without question. I spent my summers growing up on a lake. Every day I woke up to the light reflecting onto the ceiling from the waves. I fell asleep listening to waves lapping at the seawall. It’s probably the most content and relaxed I’ve ever been. Could just be nostalgia for a life (and the teenage lifestyle) and people long gone, but to live that way again when I retire is my fondest wish. Probably out of reach, but I can dream.
Lots of fucking spiders on and in a beach house, though, lol. I still have nightmares about the way you’d sometimes open the sliding glass door and three or four fat ones would immediately drop down, I guess drawn by the temperature difference? So listen, beach houses are fucking awful. None of you should want one. If you have one, you probably want to leave. I’d be willing to take it off your hands at a discount.