They’re right, a beach house isn’t a dream. It’s a nightmare.
Your house will constantly get sand inside. If there is a bit of wind your house gets sandblasted. You can’t eat outside or seagulls will steal your food. Walking on sand is more difficult than walking on pavement or grass. You would have to be a madman to go live on a beach.
I guess it depends on where the beach house is located. I stayed at a beach house in San Diego for a week once in my 20’s, and it was fucking amazing! That was one of the most fun weeks of my entire life. The short 2’ wall in-between the beach and the house kept all of the sand out, and there weren’t any seagulls. We sat on the porch drinking beer, BBQing, and inviting people who walked past to join us. It was paradise.
Sand is also hot as fuck especially during the summer. I’m from New Jersey and I’m used to the sand being really hot on the beach during the late summer, to the point that you can barely stand on it.
I went down to South Florida during August and standing on the sand in bare feet was like standing on hot coals.
Same. Fam had a home on LBI in the Terrace oceanside and the damn sand was fire in July & August. God forbid you tried to walk down onto the asphalt streets for the 6 houses up to yours… it was hot and sticky as it would melt and you’d get tar on your feet (walking the curb was sanctuary).
Building my retirement house now on an island and I’ll be happy with .6km to the beach. I can still see the water and smell the salt air, and that’s great.
They’re right, a beach house isn’t a dream. It’s a nightmare.
Your house will constantly get sand inside. If there is a bit of wind your house gets sandblasted. You can’t eat outside or seagulls will steal your food. Walking on sand is more difficult than walking on pavement or grass. You would have to be a madman to go live on a beach.
I guess it depends on where the beach house is located. I stayed at a beach house in San Diego for a week once in my 20’s, and it was fucking amazing! That was one of the most fun weeks of my entire life. The short 2’ wall in-between the beach and the house kept all of the sand out, and there weren’t any seagulls. We sat on the porch drinking beer, BBQing, and inviting people who walked past to join us. It was paradise.
Sounds more like a vacation than living there. I think I’d like a beach house but probably wouldn’t after a month or two.
Sand is also hot as fuck especially during the summer. I’m from New Jersey and I’m used to the sand being really hot on the beach during the late summer, to the point that you can barely stand on it.
I went down to South Florida during August and standing on the sand in bare feet was like standing on hot coals.
Same. Fam had a home on LBI in the Terrace oceanside and the damn sand was fire in July & August. God forbid you tried to walk down onto the asphalt streets for the 6 houses up to yours… it was hot and sticky as it would melt and you’d get tar on your feet (walking the curb was sanctuary).
Building my retirement house now on an island and I’ll be happy with .6km to the beach. I can still see the water and smell the salt air, and that’s great.
Simple answer is to buy a beach house in Scotland then
Also the sea salt will wreck electronics causing them to fail faster.