It’s October, and yesterday, even though I am still sick, I swam in our pool. It’s still hot. So very hot.
Originally when we moved to Texas, we liked the sunshine and the heat, but the longer we stay, the harder it is to make it through the summer. We can’t walk the dogs. We can’t open the windows. Yes, we get mild winter, but it still tends to be cold and crappy, because “mild” means no snow but still okay for ice storms.
So the other day, I asked a friend from Northeast where she thought would be a nice a place to live, somewhere close to a big city, but not in it, with 4 seasons, a body of water nearby… She responded and asked, “So a retirement home?”
I felt so old.
Writers typically don’t retire, so a true retirement is probably not in the cards, but I guess, since we don’t have to commute and don’t care about school district, we do have similar requirements to a retired couple. Except I don’t think we would ever be old enough for a retirement community. You see those a lot in Florida, and while some people adore the HOA and planned community, for me it’s a bit of a nightmare.
It really depends on what the kids will do. We may end up permanently in Texas – if so, probably in a different house. We love this one, but we need less bedrooms and more common areas. So a different house somewhere on a hill.
Or we might move. Gordon still wants to go to Florida. Unfortunately he wants the mythical Florida from his childhood. We’ve gone twice now to look at different areas and he hated everything. He wants Florida beach, but Texas roads, groceries stores, and sensible city layouts and that’s not happening.
I don’t know why we can’t settle down. It’s as if something had been permanently broken in both of us, for Gordon in childhood, and for me at 16, when my parents sent me off on my own.
So my question to you today is, retirement home. Where and why? Share your dreams.