I used to think–when I was so much younger–that when it’s time to retire, I would go back to the Philippines and live the rest of my life in that little town by the sea where I first became aware of my place in the world–but now I know that is not going to be the case.
But who knows what will happen in ten, twenty years time?
Circumstances might still change my mind, but for now I can’t think of any other place to grow old than Japan, which had been home for more than three decades now.
I’m thinking I’d do some part-time work if I’m still able, take leisurely walks in the morning, listen to jazz records in the evening, maybe do some occasional hikes in the nearby hills, and then finally finish the books that I haven’t got around to yet.