My brother retired about a year ago.
It takes time to adjust to retirement: time to find meaning to your life outside of paid work; time to adjust to a lack of scheduling; time to stop worrying about the money that's not coming in every month; time to find the new you.
My brother is there.
A couple of days ago, there was a piece in the paper about the upcoming Beer Week in Victoria. So we sent him an email with the link and asked, When shall we meet the plane? A few minutes later, we got a phone call. I'm on my way! he said.
Yep, he's there.
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