This home is perfect for us at this stage of life. It got me thinking this morning about how people retired when I was growing up. Most folks looked for warmer weather, smaller homes, and more affordable places than where they had spent their working years. That may still be true. But Joe and I seem to have done everything backwards.
Moving from the Sacramento Valley in California to Minnesota means we now get to enjoy all four seasons—including snow in the winter! We went from a 1,400-square-foot home to one that's over 3,500 square feet. And oddly enough, the cost of living is about the same for us in Minnesota as it was in California.
Of course, there are some differences: insurance costs are higher here, and Minnesota property taxes are steeper—based on property value, not square footage. Another big difference: California doesn't tax Social Security income, but Minnesota does, on a sliding scale.
Still, the size of our home is just right. We have room for family and friends to visit comfortably—with privacy and quiet spots for everyone. Yesterday, during Movie Day, the grandkids sprawled out on the couch and floor in the family room to watch their shows while Grandpa relaxed downstairs with his YouTube videos about machining. Everyone had space to enjoy what they wanted without stepping on each other's toes.
One of the things I love most is that our home was custom-built. Every house in our cul-de-sac is unique. That suits me well. In California, we had a tract house that we personalized over the years, but this home feels special from the start. Joe likes that it looks ordinary from the outside. He says it’s not until people come in that they’re surprised by how spacious it is. He’s not one for flash or attention—he likes to go unnoticed. The less attention we draw, the happier he is.
I truly love our neighborhood. It’s quiet, and our neighbors are kind and thoughtful. People of all ages live here, and we enjoy the cultural diversity around us. Joe and I have always liked getting to know people who are different from us. It enriches our lives and opens our minds. We've also grown more grateful for what we have, especially knowing how hard we worked during our careers.
I'm happy living in Minnesota, and I'm grateful for the town of Saint Michael. If I could just transplant a few of my dearest friends and family members to live closer, I’d be in seventh heaven! (Though I suspect most of them are quite happy where they are).
If you ever get the urge to visit Minnesota, keep us in mind. We have plenty of space and love good company.
P.S. This wraps up the Home Sweet Home series—for now. Thanks for coming along on the journey with me.
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