I find myself at a crossroads. The ascension of Trump provides me, perhaps, with an opportunity that, had Trump been otherwise, I would not recognize. I have assets that, if liquidated in an orderly fashion, might, after taxes, break seven figures. I am a relatively healthy 78, no heirs, no obligations, no debts. The 100+ acreage I own on the Inner coastal range of Oregon ensures that I will not be impacted by the outrages soon to come. I have the largest machine shop in …
Try this to avoid snap decisions you will regret later.
Is Reno a passion? Does the carefree urban lifestyle appeal to you right now? Now imagine how long that feeling will last, imagine your feelings six months after the move, a year?
Trial period? Lock up Oregon and Airbnb a place in Reno for three months. How long do you think you will last?
Change your current situation. Too much responsibility? Subdivide and sell off part of your 100 acres, to people you know and can trust to be good neighbor…
Reno. Made dozens and dozens of trips to Reno when it was vibrant. Now it is something of a shit hole, but still blue collar. Never liked Vegas. No snow here, but it rains 80-100 inches a year. There is always a winter depression, and I recognize it. Hate the heat, still prefer cool weather. Responsibility is not burdensome. I understand the false appeal of Reno as an escape from my boredom. Yet, I continue to mull it over. My worldview hasn't changed, so no snap decisions, unless I become addled.