Last week I drove to Kununurra to view a caravan that I thought I might buy in anticipation of retirement. I now have access to my superannuation fund, which is not an untidy sum considering I started from zero only six years ago. I have been stashing away every spare dollar I could afford. The subsidy and tax concessions for super here in Australia are pretty good. One of the main reasons I came here.
My thinking was that I may need to work in my retirement and it would pay to be mobile in order to best use my skills. I thought I could be a relieving EHO for shires who are shorthanded or whose regular EHO needed to take leave. With my Cert IV certificate in Training and Assessment I could also do some training. There are a few fields in which I am qualified.
I believe at present I cannot afford to buy into a retirement home or even to rent anything much above poverty line standard. My current employment hinges on continued funding, and on my continued health and mobility. I concluded it might pay to be prepared. A caravan seemed the logical choice. The Grey Nomad lifestyle is appealing.
However the van was quite expensive, though extremely attractive, and after I did some math on how I might manage if I had to move into it next month, I decided not to buy.
Then something else happened. I bought a copy of Hunt for the Wilderpeople and watched it on Google Play. A really good movie. Very Kiwi. I became aware of a feeling I have been repressing. Not just nostalgia, I think it was homesickness. I also felt a strong wish not to continue working until I drop dead. At least not the sort of work I am used to. I still have this possibly foolish urge to write.
So I am seriously considering what to do with myself when my time here is up. Not tomorrow, but in the foreseeable future. I believe New Zealand is calling me back.
So, sometime in the next two or three years, or when I get fired…