I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For
I don’t want to be rich. I don’t need millions of dollars and gold-plated toilets and chauffeurs and yachts and penthouses in ten different countries. Personally, I think that people who amass that kind of wealth are a big part of what’s wrong with this world.
While I understand that Jeff Bezos and Elon Musk couldn’t literally end world hunger with their riches, they could certainly make a dent in some of the problems afflicting the world if greed wasn’t such a driving force. But I’m not here to argue politics and taxation and world finance.
I just want to be able to support our life in our “golden years.”
Linda and I love to travel. Linda has done a lot more of it than I have, having traveled to various places around the world with her parents and on her own. Me, I’ve been in forty-one of the United States, and I’ve visited Canada, the Netherlands and Scotland. I have some catching up to do. Not that I’ll ever catch up. Since we want to travel together, she’ll always have that head start.
But it’s not a competition. I’m happy to have a built-in guide when we visit places that she’s already been.
As I’ve written before, while traveling is expensive, it would be much cheaper if we had a home base that was close to the majority of the places we wanted to visit. Which makes Europe a prime destination for the next chapter of our lives.
But, as I’ve also written, getting there in the first place will be expensive. So, while I don’t need to be filthy rich, I do need enough money to get us there.
Another thing I’ve written about is the cost of healthcare in the United States. As the only developed nation in the world without some form of universal healthcare, our old age is likely to be an expensive affair if we stay here.
European nations have universal healthcare, but it’s not free. No country could do that. It’s funded by taxes, which means that other countries have higher taxes than we do here, but healthcare won’t bankrupt us. So I also need enough money to keep us there once we’re there.
Since my freelancing efforts and my book marketing have, so far, been a bust, that means I need a job. Not a full-time job, though. The places we’re looking at have a lower cost of living than the States, and they’re places that we want to spend time exploring, not spend eight hours a day working.
Problem is I’m not getting any responses.
I’ve drawn some conclusions, but they’re purely assumptions. I’m a 62-year-old man looking for a part-time job. I’m not looking for a career. Been there, done that. I’m just looking for a remote job that will provide enough money to support our new lives. But potential employers, I assume, are seeing this old guy who’s not going to be working for a lot longer, and then the position will have to be filled again.
I’ve made adjustments to my resume, to direct attention away from my age, but so far, I’m still waiting.
I’m not in a position to retire yet. And if I start collecting Social Security now, I’ll be stuck taking more than a thousand dollars less per month than I can get if I stick it out till I’m seventy.
But, god! I don’t want to keep spending every day working a mind-numbingly boring job until I’m seventy!
So, I guess I better get back to work. Looking for work is a full-time job!