Wife and I retired at ~62, like some here. But it was staggered to match our ages and time-in-work-force. So I retired a few years before her, intending to spend that time in solo trips around the US in RV (and maybe boat).
Covid changed that, so the first big “retirement” trip was after wife retired. She views corporate life the same as I, as was glad to exit the cubicle world. We have plenty of money, and are both hostile to any suggestion of returning (we’ve both been contacted with offers).
Our travels are mostly in the RV, sometimes wandering the US for a month or two. Last year was the mountains west (Montana, Idaho, etc.). Before that was the Smoky Mountains and Outer Banks. Not sure where we’ll go this year.
I guess it’s unfortunate, but I’ve hated being driven out of bed on someone else’s schedule since kindergarten, and have never enjoyed going to work anywhere. It’s now our time, our schedule, our choices.
And that’s where I differ from most retirees. Not making a judgement or value call on either, but my days are empty, relaxed, and filled with the kind of unplanned laziness common in my childhood summers. Occasionally there’s some type of doctor visit, and I usually don’t even schedule those (just walk-in). The rest? Today I might continue binge-watching Babylon 5, or take the dog to the park, or wander through the tech-ish Youtube channels I follow. I’ve got some ribs thawing in the fridge, so I might run the smoker this afternoon. Or maybe tomorrow. Not sure which, I’ll do whatever appeals at the time.
I’ve recently returned from 10 days of lounging on the beach with my toes in the sand. The only thing that drove me out of my chair was my dog bringing me her ball. No plans or schedules - lay in the sun with a beer, play with the dog, or read from my latest book (The Aeronaut’s Windlass).
I’ve done my part, so have happily checked out of the world. I don’t watch the news, have no obligation to participate any more, and in these last few years I selfishly enjoy my own wishes and inclinations. It is a second childhood, and one that was long overdue.
Occasionally I’ll allow some “busy” in my life - helping a close relative, but that’s as far as my obligations reach. The world had me for 62 years, and will have to manage without me from now on. I’m sure it will be fine. 