Son of a beach

So I swore a long time ago that when I grew up I would live by the ocean. And unless the Baltic Sea qualifies as an ocean it seems I will end up in hell not having lived up to my oath. Back then I probably just imagined a cottage on a beach, and don’t get me wrong, that would surely be suffice for me. But one can’t be blamed for aiming a little higher… Just a tiny bit… And you know what? Weirdly enough it seems the case that there are some other people that want to live by the ocean too. Wealthy people at that. With the good taste of hiring a talented architect. Who would have thought? As amazing as these houses are however, give me that cottage and I wont complain. And what’s better, hell can wait because I’m still learning in life, hence I’m not grown up yet.