This week I had dinner with some friends from my working days. I was close to all them. We shared secrets and worries and heart breaks.
We supported each other during the bad times and counseled each other gently. We made each other feel normal during those moments when we weren’t feeling it.
Two of us have retired. One is on the verge of retirement with the others not that far behind.
Retirement changes things. We no longer have the work chatter because…well…two of aren’t involved in it anymore. We get disconnected to the drama and the players change. (Note: The drama doesn’t change just the players!)
Three of us did day-long shopping trips to outlets. We’d start early in the morning and go all day with a meal at the end. There were endless trips to the car to lighten our load. We could easily spend two hours in a shoe store. The kitchen store was another one that could book an afternoon.
We came home with treasures and a happy heart. Friendship and bargains too – doesn’t get much better than that.
We haven’t gone since I retired. Retirees don’t need clothes or shoes. There isn’t enough opportunity to wear what we have. It ruins the buzz when you can’t wear it the next day.
Even window shopping loses its allure.
The next person to retire will move a few hours away. Yes we say we will get together but it gets harder and it won’t happen often.
I already feel a sense of loss. It is change. The change will be good for her as she’ll be close to her family and very young grandkids.
That doesn’t stop me from having a pity party for myself. I’m sure this is part of my adjustment just as she adjusted to my retirement.
Even good things (retirement) have some unexpected side effects. Friendships are always changing. Nothing stays the same.
What’s that saying? Oh yes, “a door closes and another one opens.” So do I pick door #2 or #3?