You may think it's nuts to think about retirement already, but The Mister is only ten years away from that magic number.
And he's quite the planner, that one.
When I think of "in the country", Images of a quaint country town float through my head - I imagine strolling on the sidewalks in a picturesque village, passing picket fences, a small country church, and small businesses.
A town steeped in history, but possessing modern conveniences...like indoor plumbing.
Something like this:
Think of the town in Steel Magnolias, only without gunfire.
While The Mister is working out of town, he is developing a serious crush on his surroundings. I have yet to visit there. I've looked up the Chamber of Commerce site, and yes, they do have the pictures of pretty churches, antebellum homes and a cute gazebo near a body of water.
But The Mister doesn't want to live in town. He wants to get a big piece of land and have a big garden and enjoy the scenery.
And he wants to avoid cutting the grass (snakes and critters roaming where I may want to walk in bare feet - yikes).
The area he is interested in has a 25 - 30% poverty level.
It's in the region they call the "meth capital of Missouri".
And it's smack in the middle of Tornado Alley - the last tornado occurred there in 2009.
Here's a picture of area tornado damage from 2004:
I also have reservations about moving further away from family in our golden years. What if we need assistance? I'd hate to be a burden to the stepdaughters - they still like me. A three hour drive probably means that they'd visit less, not more. That makes me sad.
I have certain requirements about where I live. I must be no more than half an hour from a grocery store, a hospital or a library. The Mister says that all of these conveniences are within my preferred limit.
But this is the Ozarks. Hillbillies. Inbreeding. Toothless grins. Moonshine.
For some reason, I can't get the movie Deliverance out of my head.
I always wanted to live in a highrise before I die.
Maybe a compromise can be reached.