This is your brain before retirement: alarms, calendars and rushing. And this is your brain on retirement: floating in your own pool, staring at the Mesa, spa bubbling, sun doing its thing and wondering, "Is it Tuesda or Thursday?" Who knows. Who cares. Then, you realize you're hungry, so you wander inside to a kitchen that understands retirement priorities - a big island made for a charcuterie (however it's pronounced) board that somehow turns into happy hour with friends you met golfing or playing pickleball. No planning required. The pantry is stocked, the double ovens are ready, and feeding a small crowd? No problemo. Guests get two bedrooms + a Jack-n-Jill bath so everyone's comfortable - on the other side of the house. Yes, there's a laundry room with a sink, but let's be honest - you're not spending much time there. Working a little, writing your memoirs, cruising Facebook? There's an office for that. And when summer shows, the air-conditioned garage stays cool enough for cars, projects, or a strategic escape. The large corner lot gives you elbow room now and options later - garage #3, casita or absolutely nothing at all. This is your brain on retirement.