This little piece from the NY Times is fun, if a bit unrealistic. I don’t think I could ever afford to retire to Manhattan, but I like the idea. I could spend my days wandering around in museums and going to movies. I’d never need a car.
Who knows, maybe by the time I’m ready to retire, things will have changed somehow and “regular people” will be able to afford to live in Manhattan again, not just the ultra-rich.
Retiring to Manhattan is an act of bravery. It also prepares you for the end. The anonymity of metropolitan life gets you ready for the anonymity of the grave.