My father did quite well for himself early in my life. He started out selling car alarms and then found himself in a different sales business but it really took

My father did quite well for himself early in my life. He started out selling car alarms and then found himself in a different sales business but it really took off. When I was 9 we moved from the modest and kinda rundown yet nonetheless charming ranch house in a subdivision to a massive mansion on the cliffs overlooking the ocean thirty minutes away from all my former friends and family (in an area where a car was necessary). We had a private beach. I had my own duplex room in a turret with a wraparound view. And yet we moved out of there three years later because we were all unhappy and missed our old friends and just a simpler life. I talked to my dad about this a few years later, asking if he had any regrets or reservations about giving up on his dream of a beachside mansion (Something he had talked about for as long I can remember). I'll never forget what he said to me then and I oft remind myself of it. He said to me, "Sometimes our dreams are the wrong dreams."