I was watching “Love It or List It, Too” on HGTV (it’s less mel0dramatic than the original), and the older couple was considering downsizing. I just thought about our recent upsizing and how much I like the extra room right now, but then I put myself in older shoes.
I first imagined myself in my 40’s and 50’s with the arthritis that runs in the family starting to act up. Our home’s stairs would hopefully still be very doable for us, but over-the-counter pain relievers may start being part of my morning routine somewhere in there. I would hope Mr. BFS and I would retire within that period too (and both still be very much alive), so we will probably be traveling even more than now or finding day-time hobbies to help fill our extra hours. I hope my wrists or voice software would allow me to continue to blog or do whatever that sort of thing is by then.
Our home’s size would probably not be an issue yet at this point. If we have kids, they would hopefully be out of the house by our mid-50’s. We may update stuff by then since our tastes now will not be our tastes forever. Knowing us, we’ll probably still have a dog or two as well.
In short, unless something huge happens within the next 20-30 years, we could still be in our house.
Then I started thinking about my 70’s and above (assuming I make it that far like my older family members). My energy might be severely drained by then, walking will be a bit harder, and I better have stayed in shape somewhat the 40-50 years between now and then or our stairs will completely suck. Statistically, Mr. BFS may check out of this world before I do, so I may have some years to handle alone. Or he might.
In regards to our house, we could either downsize or start making renovations to make our two-story home more geriatric-friendly. Downsizing could mean having some extra money in the bank if we need it as long as our new place costs less than what we sell this one for, BUT we’d probably sell our rental property before we sell our current home. Renovations may include one of those motorized stair-chairs. If either one of us ends up in a wheelchair, then we’d need to move. The doorways to the bathrooms are just too narrow here. I guess that’ll motivate us to stay out of a wheelchair as long as physically possible.
How Age Makes Me Feel
Thinking of getting older makes me smile and cringe at the same time. I want to see what happens between now and then, but I don’t look forward to my body deteriorating. I really hope my mind doesn’t wear down as quickly too, but I know I won’t be as fast as I would hope. I see it with pretty much everyone I talk to that is over 75 years old…they’re mind is churning out the thoughts most of the time, but their mouths take longer forming the words. Or they lose the thought before they complete it. I don’t look forward to that part.
But I plan on embracing the old stereotype as I fall into it. I would love to be that old, crazy woman next door that makes others laugh and appreciate their youth while they have it. I will totally use my advanced age to say whatever I want…it could be fun. Believe it or not, I actually filter myself a bit right now. It’s overrated. 🙂
Do you ever think of yourself down the road? What does that picture look like for you?
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