Travel was the bestest thing I could have done to start my retirement. I even met one traveller who had designed her life as a retiree to travel forever. She had no house and just kept moving. But she was alone and only ever seemed to make vicarious friendships. I would not like that.
In my effort to be young we started in YHAs, but we soon graduated to motels. Australia is full of youth and sport. Surfing, jogging, small groups working out in the early morning on the beach before work. As I watched I realised: I am not that kind of girl. Never was really. I was the one who pulled out of sport if at all possible at school, forgot my kit, that sort of thing. I love swimming, and playing badminton and walking for miles but these groups had the competition of youth. They pushed each other to do more.
As an older person, I am comfortable with doing my personal best. I don’t need to compete. And I don’t have the same urgent drive to get it done in such a limited timeframe before going to work. I have developed the long view! I need a long term project.
So I plan to build a new life, taking the best bits from this working style me. A complete change of scenery: from London to the country. It’s been on our minds for ever. Don’t we all dream of self sufficiency or the rural idyl at some time. For John and I it began when we first left the girls with their gran and grandad, while we had our first solo holiday in five years. We went to Scotland, drove from Glasgow to Edinburgh and sighed over the isolated houses…”one day…”
I’m a London girl, always have been. The thought of living in the country both enticed me and filled me with dread! Where would I shop? Cinema? Theatre? LIFE?
Anyway, schools in London are plentiful and a challenge. (All schools are a challenge, I know!) The girls liked urban living, in short we did not move.
John worked in central London most of his life. I began my teaching career in central London. Slowly we allowed our lives to be urbanised, reduced our space to the suburbs with occasional trips up town. And, honestly, I loved it.
What might it be like to fulfil the dream of our youth and move out? Let’s try! It takes almost two years to drip drip the idea to John. He researches areas on the web. First up comes North Devon. Many short breaks were taken before we said, “Not enough life.”
Just after returning from our travel , we enjoyed a day trip to the South Downs and spent two months flirting with the idea of living there.
But no; we don’t know exactly where to live but let’s try Dorset..
Here we go!