I just read about a family in Westhampton Beach whose beach house is literally a driveway on Dune Road. It’s only 18 feet wide, fits a few cars, and costs them about $15 a year in taxes. But for them, it’s priceless. The father calls it his spiritual home because it’s all that remains after storms, tragedy, and sales wiped out their cottage. Instead of selling, he kept this strip of land as a ticket to the beach, and even wants his ashes scattered nearby.
What struck me is how different this feels from the multi-million-dollar mansions surrounding them. While others flaunt pools and luxury, this family treasures a patch of sand as a reminder of decades of memories. Honestly, it made me think about what really makes a place valuable.
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