Retirement on my mind

Despite wanting to stay home with all my heart, I left my house at 5:50am this morning, for the umpteenth time, to head to work, leaving behind my home, my husband and my two dogs.  I just felt the desperate need to hold onto this moment of time, when we were all safe, sound, healthy and happy, sitting together on our sofa, away from the rest of the world. 

I long for the day when my time is my own. When I can spend my day doing the things I want with the people I want. When I no longer have to leave my home day after day, longing for those precious mementos when I am free to be where I want, how I want, with whom I want.

I hope to retire in 11 years but, right now, in the front seat of my car, waiting in the garage for my work building to open, 11 years seems like such a long time and so far away.  

I’ve been told I shouldn’t wish my life away, but I feel like I’m wishing for my life to begin. 

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4 Responses to Retirement on my mind

  1. Urspo says:

    Try to hurry up retirement if you can; but don’t put off life until it happens.

  2. I know exactly how you feel. If it’s any consolation whatsoever, it could have been worse. You could have been on the top deck of a London bus in rush hour this morning.

  3. Ron says:

    For many years, I thought the same thoughts as you about retirement. Those mornings when I got up at 4:30 AM in the morning to catch the 6:02 AM train to Philly to arrive at work by 7:30 AM before any of my units (I was an operations supervisor). All those days when I tried to get out to catch the 5:32 PM express so I could at least arrive home by 7 PM and have maybe an hour or so to decompress, shower, and have dinner and spend a little time with Bill, who took early retirement (at my suggestion) at 55 (1980). All those beautiful sunny days when I was encased in a train tube or at my desk at the bank. I longed for the day when I could retire. That day came in April 1, 1997 when I simply walked away from my job, thus upsetting my Mother and Bill so much they went to bed sick. I had no job but I knew I would find one (which I did) but I had my freedom from the trap of the daily commute to the job which held me prisoner. I have never regretted that decision. That April Fool’s Day (pure coincidence because I wanted to leave at the end of the first quarter so at least I go paid for one week’s vacation that I had accrued by staying to that date), that day I was free. Free at last!

  4. Raybeard says:

    You’re clearly NOT going to be one of those who retire and then become so bored that they are clamouring to get back into some kind of work, ANY work. There are so many people like that here. Since retiring I’m never been bored for an instant, which is more than can be said for the time when I actually was in work. You’ll be like that too. I hope the next 11 years fly by for you – but, magically, without the dratted ageing process that accompanies it.

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