I used to think that in another five or 10 years, after I’d done my time in suburbia, I’d make Doug pack up his bags and move with me back to San Francisco. Apparently that’s what many builders and developers thought too. According to this article in Forbes, we retirees were eventually supposed to ditch our suburban communities and head in droves to high-end urban housing. I expected me to do that too.
But apparently that’s not what we’re doing. According to the latest census data, some retirees are choosing more affordable Sunbelt communities, but the vast majority of folks are choosing to age in place. I can see the appeal of this now.
I was browsing my photos last night and ran across the one above. This was at a party we had a few years ago after we had just planted a couple of cherry trees, and landscaped the area right off our deck. Today it looks like this:
Those little cherry trees produced a ton of fruit this year, enough for a lot of home-made cherry turnovers. My pomegranate tree finally has fruit on it this year, six years after we planted it. And the apple tree hasn’t yet managed to give us more than two or three small apples. I want to be here when that tree is heavy with fruit. I want to be here when the blood orange tree gives us so many oranges I have to give them away to the neighbors. I want to be here when the little maple gets big enough to hold the other side of a hammock. I don’t want to leave all this, I want to see what it all turns out to be 10, 20, and 30 years from now. I get it.
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