What Do You Dream of in This Life?

"As of February 2026, the national median home sale price in the United States is approximately $429,129, representing a 0.9% increase year-over-year. The market remains expensive, with home prices having surged roughly 30% over the past five years." AI Overview In the mid 90s, my father's wife sold her incredibly beautiful beachside home in a gated community in Mexico for $250,000 in cash. The natives told me it was drug money. I had never seen so much money in one place in my life. And I thought that was bad. My mother's house had a market value of $180,000 in 2021, a nice house with a basement, three bedrooms, two baths. What in the name of God is going on here? $429,129 median home sale price? Who can afford that? "The national median sale price of a new house in the United States in 1964 was approximately $18,900." AI Overview. I hardly even know what to say about this. I told myself today if one of my two childhood homes (two of the three, I don't remember the first one) were to go up for sale I would try to buy it, but, of course, the prices of everything have gone up so dramatically and my salary has not gone up so dramatically, and I absolutely see no possible way that I could afford to buy one of those houses or any other house either, for that matter. They say the young people can no longer afford "the American Dream," and, neither can the older people, unless they already have a home bought and paid for in easier times The truth is I wish I could buy something that is impossible to buy, and that is a world that has disappeared and only lives in my memory. Maybe you can relate. The past is not coming back. The truth is, yes, I would dearly love either of those two houses. It would be a dream come true. It would not bring back the past, but it would be lovely. I used to go sit at the top of the park next to my remembered house and sit under the mulberry trees and cry and write poetry. There is still a driveway there where you can park, but I've never seen anyone do it. I'm the only one, probably, to just sit and remember that old street, that old neighborhood, the innocence, the happy memories. But they are all gone, most of the people have grown old and many have died. There is a whole new generation there now and giant trees line the block on both sides. Still, if I could, I would snatch that up in a New York second, as an old roommate of mine used to say. I know that with God all things are possible. So, I won't lose hope, and in the meantime, I will thank him for my life in the here and now, and be glad that my eternity is secure, no matter what my present circumstances are. So, what do you dream of in this life? Have you asked God for it? It never hurts to ask. Jesus said, "Ask and it shall be given to you; seek and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you" (Matthew 7:7). What have you got to lose?