My neighbor spent 25 years saving for his dream house.
Every bonus went into it.
Every salary increase meant another upgrade.
He stopped traveling.
Stopped buying things he wanted.
Turned down weekend trips because he always said:
“I’ll enjoy life when the house is finished.”
At 58, it finally was. Three floors. Huge kitchen. Beautiful garden. Everything exactly the way he had imagined.
He moved in on a Friday.
But On Monday..