When I’m a bit closer to retirement and once my kids are done with college & settled into their careers, I want to downsize to a condo or townhouse. Preferably one that’s all on one floor and in my state, there’s plenty of options for that.
While I love my current garden, when I’m 65, I don’t want to have to be tied to the yard like I am now. I want to be able to take off for a couple of weeks in the hottest part of the summer and escape and not have to think about how my plants back home are going to survive.
My H & I have very different views/attitudes of things like assisted living facilities & nursing homes. I view them as a natural progression of life and living in such a place can actually bring a lot more social life to a senior who previously was quite isolated. My grandparents lived in one for many years and had a good experience. H, on the other hand, views such places as cesspools where people leave their elderly parents “to rot away and wait to die” and has declared loudly that he’s not ever moving into one.
Ok fine, H, if we’re still married at that point (which is a big ‘if’ right now), you’ll be living alone because when the time comes and I need to move into an assisted living facility, I absolutely will do so. I’m not going to burden my kids with my ongoing care like I’ve seen other elderly parents do to their adult kids. Nope, not happening.
I also intend to NOT leave my kids with a mountain of stuff to have to sort through when my trips around the sun have ended. When my MIL died ~ 2 yr ago, going through all of her stuff was exhausting. She was a person who couldn’t face going through any of her possessions, so she held onto all of it. The woman had something like 12 sets of dishes when she died. She’d kept every single greeting card that anybody ever sent her for her whole entire life.
Even H at the time, when she was still alive, would practically beg her to sort through some of her stuff so it wouldn’t be so much work for him and his sister. MIL would say to him, “I’m not going to do that. Besides, if I wait until after I’m dead, it’s not going to matter because I’ll be dead and then I won’t have to deal with it.” Even when H would then say to her, “But you’ll be leaving all of this work for my sister & I. Doesn’t that matter?” she would say, “Nope! Because I’ll be dead then and I won’t care.”
Great, thanks for that.
So Swedish Death Cleaning? Bring it on.
Has H embraced that idea? No.