It was obvious I had made all the big money I was going to make in the New York Metro area. So, why be a sitting duck for another monster hurricane like Irene and Sandy, polar vortex, or four-foot snow fall? That was my line of thinking as 2014 began.
By spring I was out of there. Unlike the colleagues in communications I had left behind, I won't be doing any crisis planning for Joaquin. No, I won't be warning global clients that the electricity might go off, leaving my laptop without power. In the past, all those doing-good establishments in the New York area which allowed you do plug into their power put limits on for-how-long.
Here in Tucson, Arizona, we are shielded from the worst of weather conditions. In Phoenix it may flood. But not here. No dust storms either. The worst is the heat of the summer but in this era of air-conditioned everything, that's almost irrelevant.
But, do I miss the potential of the big money? That's what I'm asked over and over again by New Yorkers. As the oldest of the Baby Boomers, even if I were still based around Manhattan I no longer have the endurance to put in the long hours required for the big money. So, what's to miss? I make enough working about 10 hours a day six days a week. It used to be 18 hours a day, seven days a week.
In addition, the cost of living is significantly lower in Tucson than bunking in proximity to the big time. My car insurance is one-half what it had been. My rent is about a half. Gasoline is $2.17 a gallon, and with Kroger loyalty points I get another 30-cents off each gallon. Hair color and a cut, without the tip, is $45. Dog grooming is $19.
Aging changes a lot. That includes our perception of what it means to be successful.