My Husband Told Me We’d Be Rich. He Ended Up Ruining Me Financially.
You can have your dreams but don’t bank your future on them.
“Which house do you want to live in?” my husband-to-be said. We weren’t married yet but hoped to tie the knot soon. He asked me this question as we walked along “The Strand” in Manhattan Beach.
If you’ve never been to “The Strand,” it’s a paved bicycle and pedestrian path that travels along the beach for miles in either direction, from Santa Monica to Torrance, in the South Bay. On one side of The Strand are sand and waves. On the other side are huge beach houses. At least this is the case in Manhattan Beach.
These homes have huge windows that look out toward the Pacific. They are usually three or four stories high. They have broad balconies, and some even have small, neatly manicured lawns in front. Because these homes are located right on this pathway and their windows are so big, you can see right inside them.
You can see the fine art hanging on the walls and the tasteful furniture in pleasant colors. You can see the modern kitchens with all the bells and whistles and the gorgeous lighting fixtures.
Everything with these houses is just right both inside and out. It’s not surprising that the homes cost millions of dollars.
