My friend Meher, who has been dutifully writing in her pretty blog EVERY DAY as she gives away something EVERY DAY (https://mehermc.wordpress.com/), has inspired me to get a little bit better about this blog business. I realized that, instead of short little notices on Facebook about my anxieties and the many changes that we are about to face in our lives, I should be venting and expressing my feelings here, in this online diary.
Changes: I used to find them adventurous and exciting. But now as we both face retirement and the end of our working lives, the necessity for life changes seems more daunting, and downright frightening. Who would have thought that we of the boomer generation–who felt that the world was our oyster, and never really planned that much for the future–would find ourselves, at 65, completely terrified about the next phase? In our case, it all boils down to money, or lack of it–I’m sure we’re not alone. AS George was incapacitated after his accident–hit by a car on his bike!–we sat down and finally looked brutally at our financial resources once we retire. It was as I expected: not nearly enough to do the things we want to do, and BARELY enough to scrape by in our Pasadena house. So we are now having to decide which path we should take, and how to take it. We’ve “postponed” our planned trip to Vienna, we’ve had a realtor come and evaluate our house for sale, and we’ve started looking to find a place that we would find suitable to live that we might be able to afford. Thrown into the mix are considerations of chucking it all and taking off for a year around the world, stopping in several places where friends have offered us accommodation or at least some friendly guided tours; or renting out the house while we make smaller trips; or moving back to Australia. Also to consider: 1) where are Max & Dottie going to be, and can we be close to them?; and 2) what do we do with the cats?
Lots of changes, enough to send me back to my dear therapist for a therapeutic tune-up. Right now I’m trying to stay in the day, and take it one day at a time. My therapist made one very good suggestion (among others): we need a financial counselor who isn’t going to berate us for our embarrassingly minimal resources. If any of you out there have any advice on this point–finding a tolerant financial counselor for old hippies who want to live a comfortable life on lean pickings for the duration, please let us know! 🙂