Circa September 9, 2011
Our version of “retirement” in comparison to the civilian community has a little different meaning. When I think of retirement, I think about where we want to go for the second part of our life. We don’t have a clue of what that life will look like, other than that our plans revolve around places. Yep, places. I feel like a rebellious teenager. Daddy Marine Corps has told us for the past 14 years what we can and can’t do, and where we can and can’t live. Now, as we think about our “forever life,” I have folded my arms, nose wrinkled, and I’m demanding to get to choose where we live out our days.
This brat plan is not without its flaws. Dan is an east coaster. I am a west coaster. I love, love, LOVE New England and would definitely move there. However, New England does not have 15,000 foot mountains, Yosemite, the giant redwoods, and the 30-50 feet a snow a year that the Sierra Nevadas offer. But it has our friends, who are our family. It has the Red Sox, the Celtics, the Patriots, and snow. It has culture and the ocean, and most importantly, it has Dan.
So, maybe I have chosen. Am I really ready to give up the dream of living in the Sierra Nevadas? Can I truly trade it for a small, New England seaport where I know I’d be happy, but where I’d always long for the sight of snow-capped mountains on an August morning from my front deck?
No. I can’t. For years, I’ve tried to talk myself into living somewhere other than California when we retire. Since this blog, they hubby and I have had lots of retirement conversations. New England has come up multiple times, as well as Nevada, Colorado, and the South West. We both know we want mountains, lakes, and the ocean. We want to hike, backpack, and be outside. All. the. time. The day the hubby called me to tell me that we had orders to Sacramento, in California, I cried. After seven years away, we were coming home. At this moment, living here in Northern California, I think we may have settled on a place. We may not know exactly where we want to live, but we do know that northern California has everything we’re looking for. Ask me again in ten years, when our kids are gone and we’ve moved three our four more times. I wonder how we will feel about it then. But for now, northern California it is.