Living The Semi-Retired Life: She Moved To Mexico During COVID. Now, In Her Seventies, She Might Move To Spain

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I’m loving the response to yesterday’s excellent guest post from Gary Foster:

On the verge of turning 48 in July, I feel fortunate to have work I enjoy doing that pays decent or better money. But, equally as important, I’m happy to have little and big adventures planned for act two (the last fifty or so years!) of my life, as I head into relative old age.

While Gary’s contribution focused on work and how he wrestled with retirement, today I have a story to relay from a newsletter subscriber, who also writes on Medium.

Her story focuses on adventure at the age of 71:

You can Brenda’s full post here. And please do, because it’s full of raw and real life candor on family, friends and the experience of picking up and moving while smack dab in the middle of relative old age.

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Before I close, one of my favorite excerpts from Brenda’s piece:

Keep in mind that I had never been out of the United States. I had no desire to travel. Everyone told me I should visit first to make sure I liked it. I saw that as a waste of money. California is just a hop and a skip away. I figured if I didn’t like it, I could go back to California where my family lives.

When I told the realtor who found me an apartment that I had never been to Mexico, she said I had balls. I’d never have the confidence to do that.

I recently met with a woman who is offering a house for rent. I told her I moved alone to Mexico sight unseen. I wouldn’t have the confidence, she exclaimed.

So fucking cool. Badass really.

And that’s just tip of Brenda’s badass iceberg so be sure to read her entire story.

As Gary noted in his guest post, if you can, plan ahead. Don’t wait till your seventies.

That said, as Brenda proves and might prove yet again as she considers a move to Spain, it’s never too late.

Speaking of Spain…

I hope to meet Brenda in a tapas bar sometime soon! Like this one in Barcelona - Vermuteria del Tano!