What’s suppose to be … and reality are worlds apart. Freedom 55 isn’t what it’s cracked up to be, if you are to believe what we Yuppies were led to expect. With our parents staying with the same organization you went to after school and college or university.
We’re expecting the retirement bon voyage when we hit 65, along with the gold watch. The RV is gassed up, parked waiting, packed to the rafters, hooked up to the monster truck of a fifth wheel ready for adventures without a set destination or any schedule allowed.
Life or God has a way of punching you in the gut whether you have a vice free life or spiritual lifestyle.
You’re to appreciate discipline and financial responsibilities and you are automatically guaranteed to be able to retire long before 60: stow a healthy nest egg, no mortgage, and the kids all in their adulthood.
The biggest challenge is downsizing a humongous closet of clothes, collectibles, treasures and junk sorted diligently. Bravo to anyone who can give away or sell stuff, allowing the memories to float off into the sunset.
The kids don’t want any of your “hand-me-down junk” no matter some are centuries old family heirlooms passed down through generations, encapsulating a family tree.
Today, Millennials are satisfied with ancestry.ca to tell them all that without dust collecting artifacts, glassware, China, furniture or whatnot.