I think about this a lot. Married 43 years and both of us in good health so far. Neighbors down the street are only 5 years older and fighting a host of debilitating conditions. We have no kids and we live in a rural area. My husband is from Ireland so we are toying with the idea of moving back—healthcare won’t bankrupt us and we could much more easily travel (west coast small town = giant hassle getting anywhere by plane). I just don’t want to leave, ever. We built this house. After dealing with tiny kitchens and ugly buildings, we built this one to our specifications. I look at mountains every morning. I can take a 5-mile walk in the woods and never encounter another human. I love every bit of it. I just can’t face leaving.