My parents sold my childhood home. On any given day I have one of two reactions: 1. How dare they? Assholes. 2. Wow. I’m actually an adult now with my own “home.”
Oh, and the more rational, it’s their life, their house, and their choice. That’s the one I verbalize.
Anyhoo, they got a [penthouse] apartment in TriBeCa and a beach house in LBI. It’s not bad being Mr. and Mrs. Schaevitz. We can all dream.
Oh, and the beach house doesn’t suck, either.