Never Retire: Living The Semi-Retired Life

Never Retire: Living The Semi-Retired Life

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I Just Took A Practical And Psychological Step Towards Moving To Spain
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I Just Took A Practical And Psychological Step Towards Moving To Spain

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Rocco Pendola
Sep 02, 2023
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I can be a weird dude.

Sometimes I walk around the house making strange sounds. Bird sounds. And other unidentifiable noises. I’m bad when I’m home alone, working during the day. I’m even worse when I’m routinely being silly with my girlfriend. We won’t get into her weirdness.

But I think it’s this childishness that contributes to our love for one another.

I have to think I’m not the only one—and that Melisse and I aren’t the only ones—with this dynamic of playfulness front and center in our lives as individuals and a couple.

Sometimes I stand in front of the mirror and flex—the same way I did when I was 8 years old—veins popping out of my neck, ribs protruding, biceps and triceps distinct from one another and think I can’t believe I’m fucking 48 years old. A child in a man’s body.

It’s exactly this way of being that makes me think I have a shot—amid all of my other oddities and anxieties—of writing this very newsletter until I’m 100 years old (or thereabouts). It’s exactly this way of being and—really—approach to life that gives me the enthusiasm necessary to move to another country.

There’s another side to this flavor of immaturity—as we might popularly, though inaccurately call it—and my other only child-related quirks. There’s a side of me that is really well-organized. Sometimes a bit too organized.

But I make no apologies. For every time I arrive somewhere needlessly early or overthink a persistent worry, I have my ducks in a row to do other things, like apply for a visa.

The different elements and manifestations of who you are play off of one another. They build on one another. They moderate each other. That dude you think is ADD. Without it, he probably wouldn’t be one of the most creative and thoughtful mother fuckers you know.

Anyhow, all of this to say, I just took a probably premature, but ultimately necessary step ahead of our plans to move to Spain.

I opened a Wise account.

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