Our 3 bed semi in a nice NE London suburb purchased for £71K in 1994, sold for £726K in 2018.
I can see why younger generations get the hump with the opportunities that Boomers/Generation Xers got as they’re unlikely to be repeated in their lifetimes.
We bought our new build 3 bedroom terraced house, in a collection of 44 houses and 4 low rise blocks of flats in Rotherhithe in 1984, 8 houses were at the edge of the Thames, the rest up to 120 metres from the river.
It cost £58,000, and we moved in in January 1985, in September that year an estate agent cold called me, and offered me £180,000 for it.
Houses the same as ours peaked at £1.7 mil, now they’re going for £1.4.
My wife is constantly bugging me to sell, and move near her dad, in Herne Bay.
I know it makes sense, but there’s no way that I want to live anywhere other than London if we stay in U.K.
I am leaning on her to move somewhere near Lyon, France, I have relatives in Brignais and Vienne, as well as some in Montpellier, we’ve seen a great 4 bed house, 2 bath/showers with pool for £795,300 in Charly, just outside Lyon.
Fly in the ointment is her total inability to say anything more than Bonjour, Au revoir, and ces chaussures en 38, s’il vous plaît.

You've got to make your own luck sometimes, if I won 10s of millions on the lottery and had enough to not have to work, I probably would still do some work, because I enjoy it. But I'd a lot less of it. Though I'd go on more holidays, spoil myself a bit more, and enjoy it.