Now that I'm on the wrong side of 40, and the years officially go by like seasons, I often find myself nervously thinking about retirement.
You know, simple, everyday worries like what am I going to do for money, will I have enough saved, and, most terrifying of all, will I be writing this website forever?!?
Although I worry and think about retirement stuff probably too much for a 47-year-old – "Live in the now, Patrick!" – one thing I rarely think about is where I'll retire. I was born in this state, grew up in this state, and – thanks to familial obligations and general laziness – will likely retire and die in this state. Sad story, huh?