Oh, what a subject. I can (and have) blabbed about this before on here goes:
I've been working for some kind of actual paycheck (probably illegally) since I was 9yo. You read that right. At 9, I started weekend work at a tree nursery, worked about 15 hours over the weekend, and starting in the Spring, I began working 20-25 hours a week. That was in addition to the work around our little farm, and schoolwork, and then my dad hired me out for a lot of odd jobs. My parents believed that a busy kid was a kid who wouldn't find trouble, so they worked us kids like indentured servants.
At 19, started regular adult full-time work. I've been downsized twice, for less than a month each time, I've always been salaried, and I've worked about every situation, from corporate, government, self-employed, to startup, consultant, contractor.
I hate work. I can't overstate that enough. If I could murder work in its sleep, it would be dead and buried, then I'd dig it back up and murder it again.
People always say, "You just need to find a job you like," but that's not it. No matter what the job, I hate the idea that my time belongs to somebody else, or is driven by something else. If I want to get up and do eff-all all day, that's what I want, and even if I'm Chief SuperModel Naughty Bits Inspector, I'm going to resent having to get up and be at the office at 9AM to inspect those bits.
Retirement:
I'm 55, my wife is 58. Her health isn't great, as I've detailed before, and judging from her family history, she's also on the fast-track to dementia. She already requires a certain level of caregiving. Healthcare figures prominently in our retirement plans, both funding it and procuring it.
Our plan is to retire at 59...60 at the very latest, only because I reach 20 years with my current employer five weeks after my 60th birthday, and there may be some incentive to officially retiring from my employer, as opposed to just taking my pension and 401(k) savings as a lump sum at 19.5 years.
My wife, due to her health, is self-employed, but didn't/doesn't earn much - she's one of those who works for the love of it. I think maybe she's an alien or something.
Even though we've discussed plans around activities and locations, we're still up in the air, as the last couple of weeks have made clear. We're going to Florida next month to scope out a retirement area, as MrsT has waxed poetic about the advantages of a warm weather 55+ community lifestyle (something I strongly oppose, but when has that ever mattered?
). Then, a couple of weeks ago, she said she thought she'd rather retire to rural Pennsylvania (ancestral home of her family), and then this weekend, she said she'd hate giving up all the German fests here, so she'd be just happy to stay put where we are, and today...she doesn't want rural, she wants to move into town.
So who knows at this point? Florida in July, and we were supposed to check out North Carolina in December, but then she changed that to Pennsylvania in November.
Either way, wherever we end up, the plan is to spend our time traveling (mainly Europe) as much as we can afford. Right now, projections suggest that we could probably fund 3-4 months in Europe a year, as long as we're not trying to hang out with the Windsors at Sandringham or Balmoral.
We'd either do that in one shot, or break it into two, though I like the idea of one plane ride over. Some years, we'd probably go somewhere stateside, or Canada, or a Mediterranean cruise, that sort of thing. If everything holds steady, we should be financially comfortable, though by no means wealthy.
That's Retirement Part 1. Retirement Part 2 is when we get too old/feeble/cranky to travel much, and then we'll just ride out our days wherever we are, going to the diner for the 4PM Early Bird Special, and boring younger people with our, "You know, in our day, we..." stories.