I’ve spent most of my life near the city. The hum of traffic, the buzz of people, the never-ending pace — it’s all I’ve ever really known. And for years, it suited me just fine. The convenience, the connection, the constant motion — it kept me going.

But as I grow older, I find myself slowing down in more ways than one. The noise doesn’t energize me like it used to. The rush doesn’t excite me anymore. Lately, my thoughts drift more and more toward one particular dream: retiring near the coast.

There’s something about being by the sea that brings me a sense of calm I can’t quite explain. I’ve always loved Cornwall — the winding coastal paths, the rugged cliffs, the soft crunch of sand underfoot. Some of my most peaceful memories are of simply walking along the beach, breathing in that salty sea air and feeling the wind on my face. It’s a kind of peace the city could never offer.

Retiring near the coast isn’t about escape — it’s about returning to a part of myself that feels most alive in nature. The idea of waking up to the sound of waves instead of sirens, of swapping concrete for coastline, and chaos for calm… it just feels right.

Maybe it’s not just about where I want to retire, but how I want to feel in this next chapter: grounded, peaceful, and close to the sea.