Some of you might recall that I am a self-professed Dream Killer, as I have written about it countless times here in my column. If you ask my opinion on something, I am the person that will give you the straight goods, play devil’s advocate and refuse to sugar coat my response.
There are varying degrees of dream killing. If your question is, “Should I learn a second language?” then my answer would be, “Sure! It is never too late to learn.” If you ask me if you should sell your house, buy a home on an acreage, and ‘putter’ during your golden years, then my answer would be, “No.”
Recently, someone close to my own age shared that dream on Facebook. She shared her dream of moving out of town to live on an acreage and putter. Everyone on her feed said things like, “Never too late!” or, “You won’t regret it!” The love for acreage living was pouring in with emoticon hearts and happy faces.
Me, being the dream killer that I am, was not as enthusiastic. “You want to move out of town at our age!? What about driving on the highway in the winter? What about snow removal? What about mowing an acre of lawn?”
Yes, I was a Debbie Downer and justifiably so.
Honestly, I think anyone 55+ needs to ask their family permission before making a move like that, because at some point the yard and the home become too much for us and we need to enlist the help of others to keep up our rural oasis. Invariably, we will call upon our children to help with the upkeep, placing them in an uncomfortable situation where they help us because they would do anything for us and at the same time wishing that things were easier.
You think I am joking, but I am not joking.
I won’t even buy an exotic bird at my age — 55 — because those suckers live forever, and my children would be forced (guilted) into taking it in after my death.
Hubby and I are already considering when we should begin to downsize or right-size for our age and situation. If we do it now, if we start getting rid of the clutter and crap, we will have done all the hard work when we can and will not be placing our kids in an impossible conundrum.
Judy Kucharuk is a community columnist living in Dawson Creek.