We Need to Talk About Your Retirement ‘Spending’
The year was 1994 and my husband and I were in the market for our first house. I had my heart set on moving to the town where I grew up, a Chicago suburb with a quick commute into the city and charming vintage homes. My new husband, bless him, was willing to go along with that plan, even though it would mean living right by my mom and dad. He knew how much I loved them, and he loved them, too.