I always feel young, actually ageless, in New York City. Or any other big city. My spirit feels attuned to the constant buzz, change, madness, and random acts of city kindness. I am not built for country life, although I admire those who are.
Where we live in Florida is beautiful! Warm weather year round, no traffic or parking issues, and a low cost of living. But my area is also low-energy and politically conservative (I know some of you respected readers are conservatives, stay true to you). And even though Florida is full of old people, and New York City is full of young people, I forget about my age when I’m here.
So this visit we’re working hard on finding a pied-a-terre in the Villages, one that we can gradually work up to half-time living. All the apartments for sale in our price range are tiny (the hamster can’t turn around comfortably) but we don’t mind that. A vibrant neighborhood, some kind of lively view, no oven needed : >
So these are the dreams of my middle-to-old age. I am starting to accept that the striving days are behind me, the personal and creative and intellectual pursuits remain, and the city is my incubator. I’d love to hear about your dreams for retirement (from paid work, not from life), and what kind of pictures you are painting in your mind.
Stay fabulous, and enjoy every sandwich, xo
Visible Monday is taking a week off, as we travel. I’ll be thinking about all the fab Visible Women, and see you next week!!
Some city-style pieces I love: