No . . . I’m not dead!

I’m still very much alive and kicking. “Forever” in this context means we are taking up residence in the last home we intend to purchase. This is the “forever home.” We’re in it for the duration.

Actually, the move won’t occur officially until sometime tomorrow. I hope it’s early in the day. I don’t want to wait a single minute longer than is required.

The forever home is in Princeton, Texas. It’s in Collin County, which comprises about 1 million residents just north of Dallas.

I enjoy keeping you apprised of this fascinating retirement journey my wife and I have taken. Our full-time working lives ended the same year, 2012. Mine came to a close first, in August of that year; she followed suit in October.

It’s been a great ride. It is far from over.

We’ve still got our fifth wheel. We will hitch it to our pickup again quite soon to hit the road for points south and east.

First things first. We’ll welcome the movers on Monday. They’ll toss a few pieces of furniture onto their truck. Then they will transport our possessions to Princeton. We hope to have it completed in two, maybe three, hours.

Then we get to assemble this forever home of ours.

My wife is what I call the “inside boss.” She manages the interior of our home, whether it’s the one planted on the slab or it is the one we haul around behind our pickup.

Her task is to set up the house to her liking. My task is to hang around and do what I’m told to do. Move this here. Put that there. Got it?

Hey, it’s worked well for me for 47 years. Why change it up now?

This move, though, is it. We are finished packing boxes.

Thus, forever, has arrived. It feels so good!