Retire? That is hilarious.
My career is going to end, and thus my retirement begin, when I keel over and die. That’s a fact, friends. I am going to spend my retirement in a casket. It’s that simple.
If we look at this question from the point of view of pure fantasy, which it literally is, then I guess Jen and I could move to San Diego in a nice little place on the water somewhere. I’d have a little music room setup where I could play my guitar and write and record crappy songs, just like I do now. Maybe I could have season tickets to the Padres. I hear those are pretty cheap. The closest NHL team would be Anaheim? Probably too far away too consider season tickets.
Mostly, Jen and I would just spend our days in the sunshine enjoying our quiet life together and digging the fact that we don’t have to go to work every day. I could handle a life like that. Hopefully our health will hold up in this fantasy land and we could do some traveling and live a good life.
It’s not happening though. I am never going to be able to retire. It’s just not an option in the real world. I’ve come to terms with it.
Inside the Red Head's Head 
I hope you prove yourself wrong about not retiring and get to live out some of the fantasy.
LikeLike
I hope you’re wrong and you get the opportunity to retire to San Diego. You could move there before you retire and build your base, buy a home, and take guitar lessons.
LikeLiked by 2 people
As the other comments said, I also hope you get to live out some bit of that fantasy.
LikeLike
I say, enjoy everyday – retired or not. Who knows how much time any of us have?
LikeLiked by 1 person