Anticipation of relaxation
Another week over, almost another month. No big deal; there are more to come. I wonder if (some day in the future) I’ll miss the routine.
Not if I plan ahead! It’s not just a case of assured finances. Everyone who has “retired” from our office pays lip service to being better off doing what they want, rather than responding to the random needs of others in the workplace. My cubicle offers little to inspire (other than a web browser). Oh, and this view, as the sun sets in the west, most afternoons.
Pleasantly filtered through industrial grade window blinds, the sun reminds me to get out and smell the city air, just in time for the bus ride home. Handy; better than an alarm bell.
But I know I can do better. Hence, the deep seated desire to quit the ranks of the employed.
Found myself researching the mechanics of getting rid of one house and obtaining another one, earlier this evening. I’ve never been in the position of owning two homes at once (goes with the pay grade). But, unless I want to get heavily into camping, at some point we’re going to be put in that position. I’m reassured. Many others have done it, and there’s documentation for those who care to read. Some jargon involved, though. HELOC. Bridging loans. I’ll learn, with the help of my greedy banker (nothing is free).
But now to kick back and find something to read. After all, I can still have a little leisure time before retirement.
