I’m not 55 yet, but the idea doesn’t suit me. My F-I-L lived in an overpriced retirement community in Florida before he disappeared.
He loved it. It was closely packed-together mobile homes as far as the eye could see down the perfecly straight and narrow road baking in the 100 degree heat with an 80 degree dew point on a perfectly cloudless midsummer day.
He really loved the city where the retirement community is located. He said that kids have absolutely nothing to do and the police do a really good job of not letting the teenagers congregate. Yes, he said that like it was a good thing. To each their own.
The last time he saw him he was living near Boston. He absolutely hated it. He did nothing but complain about it. Why? If I had to live in a city, I would love it there. It was such a lovely neighborhood with old houses.