While on vacation in the Pacific Northwest last week, I
learned something new about being retired: When you’re retired, you can’t take
a vacation. A vacation is, by definition, a break in time and often place from
obligations of work or school, a vacating of occupational or educational responsibilities.
Most jobs offer a certain number of “vacation days” per year (paid, if you’re
lucky). And for students, there is summer vacation, winter (or Christmas) vacation,
and Spring Break. But for us retirees there are no obligations on our time to
take a vacation from. I suppose you could say we are on perpetual vacation, but
that’s just playing cute with words. The concept of retirement is a perpetual
departure from work. A vacation, on the other hand, implies – or demands – a return
to work or school at some point. Retirement is a step up from vacation on the
ladder of work aversion. To consider it a “perpetual vacation” would be to
diminish its accomplishment – a full-blown split from responsibility, earned
through years of toiling in whatever mine one toils in. For us retirees, a
vacation is an occasional bone thrown to laborers as a promise to what the
future might be like. For us, that future is here. We don’t take vacations
anymore. We take trips. Or we just lie on the couch, drinking beer and watching
sports on TV. We’ve earned it.
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