DH chose to start another job when we both retired from teaching at 60, and carried on working for six more years. After that we moved from an uninteresting city suburb to a small market town, well chosen for its amenities, though as DH’s mobility has worsened, he has to drive everywhere. We have an excellent bus service. My daughter lives in a village not far away so I see her once a week, and my son is not very far away but we see him less often.
On the face of it, everything is good, but DH has health conditions and poor mobility which makes outings tricky and holidays need lots of careful planning. He has problems eating out so it is always self- catering, though he will agree to a couple of pub meals during the week.
I mostly have to do my own thing, and I have a number of pleasurable activities which focus my week, but little enjoyment of a joint retirement. I had hoped to travel, but that chance has passed, and although our health is stable, we have little energy and too many aches and pains these days. But we are better off than many, and still have each other and family.