First Stop Miami

"Where are you going?" they ask.

"First Stop, Miami," I tell them.

This keeps me focused. Right now I can see myself going back to Singapore. It may or may not be a fantasy. Keep an open mind.

The last few days, I've been practicing what it's like to be retired. I get up early, walk along a path and walk back on the beach. Today it was 31/50... 31 minutes out, 50 minutes back. I witnessed and recorded the sunrise, then journaled by the pool and went back to sleep. If I could get paid for doing this stuff, I'd be okay for a while.

If I'm seriously going to move down here I'm going to have to seriously find an income that will keep me independent and allow me the amenities I've gotten used to.

Along the beach today I thought of a meet up idea. Then I realized I have to remember, other people may think my idea is better I think it is and it could catch on. People might want to meet up to walk along the beach, meet new friends and get in shape, and get breakfast and pay a nominal fee to keep me eating.

On another note, worked out a lot today; beach walk, water aerobics and some lifting. Another aspect of retired life I expect to accomplish, a shredded body.

Okay, dinner time, got to bounce . See ya.