Karen and I were surprised to realize we retired ten years ago on June 30 in Portland Oregon. We figured we had a good 30 years ahead of us. Now we figure we have a good 25 years.
We’ve done some things well and learned from many others.
We started well. The first day we drove away from our rented condo, stopped for massages friends had gifted us and meandered east. We had few commitments.
We were due at a retirement/birthday celebration hosted by our son in Moscow, a class reunion in Michigan, and caring for our granddaughter in Moscow in early August. Without our granddaughter we might still be heading east.
In Denver a realtor called. He’d sold the Hood Canal waterfront where we considered retiring, leaving us free to locate wherever we wanted. When our granddaughter’s parents returned to relieve us, I told Karen the only reasonable choice for a home was the Spokane area. She said, “Keep looking.”
A half-hour later Greater Wenatchee’s Chamber of Commerce website enticed us. We had to visit a community that could build an Apple Capital Loop Trail and new Performing Arts Center. The next morning we rolled past the promise of fiberoptics from Rock Island Dam, acres of apple orchards, parks on the Columbia River, a sign to Mission Ridge and a view of the North Cascades. We bought our condo in East Wenatchee a week later.
We let our relaxed pace get hectic to the point where a friend insists we’re doing retirement with too much stress. Now I agree with him.
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