My little miniature dachshund was named Clara. As a puppy, Clara would run around the room as fast as her little short legs would take her. Then one day, out of nowhere, she interrupted her run to leap up onto the couch, her first time ever. She stopped and looked stunned as she viewed the room from this new vantage point.
That’s what retirement was like for me. I’d expected to die on the job at 80, so when I leaped onto retirement island at 62, it was having no idea what to do. Twenty years later, I still don’t. Heh.
It must’ve been great to be able to retire at 62. Congrats to you! You must’ve planned well.
I decided to retire at 60 (before I decided that I would have to kill about 3% of my employees), I purchased my retirement home when I was still in my 50’s.
Small farm (20 acres) in the boondocks, 87 miles to the nearest town over 1100 people.
Work harder now than I ever did when I was employed.
Love every minute of it.
Retirement won’t happen for me. I’ll retire feet first, no doubt.