Like many Americans on a fixed income (in my case social security) I found that I could not easily live in the States. So after traveling around a bit, I found Thailand, a perfectly delightful place. The food is good, the women are pretty and Thai massage is the best in the world.
Most costs are markedly lower than they are in the States, so much so that it makes you wonder which one of our leaders sold us down the river. Cell phone costs here are one-tenth of what they are back home, as are most medical costs, with the exception of pharmaceuticals, which are one-twentieth to one-fiftieth.
My smartphone bill for calls and seemingly unlimited Internet is $8 a month. A new smartphone without the burden of a contract costs about $100. My rent on a two-bedroom house with a garden is $110 a month. A doctor’s visit costs me $12 (to see a specialist) My drug costs for two prescription medicines are $5 a month.
Housing is, in general, one-fifth, restaurant food about the same as housing, and transportation about one-third. So why doesn’t everybody in my economic position relocate?
Access to grandchildren? Too much stuff to get rid of? Vague yet crippling anxiety?