I had a cottage for twenty-five years. Had some enjoyable times there, but after selling it, I don't really miss it. It was what it was, rough, with an outhouse - and I liked it (I fondly recall the night sitting on the front stoop that three baby racoons ran up my leg when I ran out of the peanuts I had been feeding them) But if I have learned anything in life, it is that nothing lasts forever...nothing.