After any big event, there’s the letdown. So much energy has gone into planning and anticipating, the experience flies by in moments, and then…?
I don’t think we realized how many major life transitions we were going through in the months prior to the sailing trip. We sold our apartment and almost all the furniture, gave away books, paintings, clothing, and dishes, we both retired, and in the midst of it all, we were planning our grand sailing expedition.
The weekend before the sale of the apartment closed, we made one more trip to the new place (about 400 km or 250 miles one way), the car jammed with boxes. Then there was one more trip to drop the car at the new marina so it would be waiting for us at the end of the trip, and a train/bus ride back to the marina where we would start our travels.
So lots to organize. Lots on our minds.
Now, the sail is history, part of our personal lore. We’ve had a few days to settle in to our home. And the question that keeps coming up is “Now what?”
The reality of being retired is starting to hit. There are no deadlines, schedules or routines (even on the boat we had routines). We can do what we want, when we want, and while that’s a novel experience, it is going to take some getting used to.
Friends who have already retired warned me that it’s an adjustment. I now recognize that, in spite of all the other changes we’ve gone through in the past month, retirement may be the biggest transition yet.
So far, we’ve been doing a lot of puttering, watching waves and clouds from different vantage points, and snapping photos of birds and butterflies.
Hey, maybe it won’t be so hard after all!