Well... For whatever my opinion is worth, this "My kind of place" kinda says it all. It took my dad most of the rest of his life to be able to have something close to that, after his 3rd wife left him penniless, and pretty much feeling the world had abandoned him. I helped him fight to believe in something, and dragged him back to the
land of the living, by putting myself and my youngest under his roof, for about 8 months, while we (my #2 and I) hunted for a place of our own. Watching us and our excitement build, his did, too. So, when he finally got the chance to buy again (he'd been renting), I *had to* encourage him. I'll tell you what I told him, "what do you have to lose? Follow your dream!"
Ps - he did. And stayed there, feeding the hundreds of hummingbirds and puttering in his gardens for the rest of his life.