Constructing a Post-Retirement Future…

The early retirement plan is chugging along.  I wish I could say it was ahead of schedule, but such is not the case.   If anything, it’s lagging behind slightly.



We have made a conscience decision that J would not go back to work.  He would instead spend his time working on the projects around the house, maintaining the yard and really just getting us in a better position to get the maximum return on the house when it’s time to sell.   



Well, who knew we had so much unfinished business around our place.  He’s been off work a year now and the to-do list is still a mile long.  Believe me, it’s not for lack of working on things.  In fact it’s far from it - we finish one project and two more come to mind.  There are things we could probably leave and let the next home owner deal with – like new closet organizers, but since we don’t want to leave a dollar on the table, we are working to make things perfect.  Although we realize - perfection, like beauty is in the eye of the beholder.



In addition to all our house projects, we continue to try build and grow our existing businesses.  We have begun to think “sustainability”.  What type of business could sustain us when we move?  We don’t expect to make enough to completely support ourselves, although that would be nice.  We hope to earn some extra money to assist in the long-term “sustainability” of our island lifestyle – even if it’s just enough to buy beer.  Our needs are simple…



If we move to Bonaire, I intend to continue my jewelry business, as the island is a prime location for cruise ship traffic.  J’s custom cards and photography will also do well.   We also plan to have a rental casita to help with the income earning potential.  We are working on a few more ideas, but we’ll see how things progress first before we announce them.   



There are so many variables, that our plans can’t be 100% finalized until we know for sure where we will end up, but rest-assured, I have back-up plans A-Z all ready to deploy when the time comes.  Until then, better get back to work…

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