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.

Huka Falls
Huka Falls, New Zealand

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.

Evening, Greymouth Port, NZ
Fishing Boat, Greymouth Harbour, New Zealand

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.

Kapiti From Paekakariki Hill
Kapiti Island From Paekakariki Hill

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.

Ngaruhoe from the Desert Road
Mount Ngaruhoe from the Desert Road

So, sometime in the next two or three years, or when I get fired…

Author: Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.

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