Eight years ago Rick and I retired, moving to Mitchells Island to create our shared dream home in our dream location – confident we had enough savings to last us as long as the fates might allow us breathing time.
Five years before that, I was gnawing my nails about whether we’d ever be able to retire.
That was when we first met with the FLAFFs. At that point, for the six of us, acquaintances who embarked on a retirement and research planning mission, being FootLoose And Fancy Free was an intention. But after five years of said research and planning (sprinkled with generous amounts of food, wine and travel as we became good friends) there we were: footloose and fancy free in actual fact.
At any rate, the FLAFFs are off again, this time to the Cook Islands and New Zealand. I will post an update, with photos, when we’re safely home again.
* Definition of flaffing: to engage in unproductive activity. I can’t think that applies to us, as we explore this new part of the world – but I will let you know.
See you in a few weeks.