I looked at Garry and said: “Except by the time they retire, a farm will be impossible unless it’s a pretend farm without crops or animals. That,” I pointed out, “is what’s wrong with the plans we make for later in life. We make these plans when we are young and strong. Full of vigor and bouncing with youth. We have no idea what we will feel like when retirement really rolls around.”
We bought this house one year before Garry stopped working and a few years before I couldn’t work anymore. If we had seen where life was going and where we would be twenty years down the road, would we have bought this house? My guess is we would have bought a house, but maybe something smaller and surely without steps.
We went through hard times between the end of employment and recovery, such as it is. Two years when we had zero income during which our money vanished and never came back. Yet we pushed on because what other choice is there? We cut back, learned to live on less. With grinding slowness, we got to a point where we could survive.
I suppose the point of this is that the plans we make for our future, especially a future that is decades away, are entertaining. Just don’t hold your breath. Those plans were made when we were young, strong , and never imagined what getting old would feel like. Future plans are fun, but often stunningly unrealistic.
I remember thinking when I was in my twenties and thirties that life would always be like that. Funny how that vision was true and entirely different at the same time.