... she told him she didn't want to move to a ****hole country and wouldn't do it. He lives in NH now.
So just a short drive to one?
Hahaha.
Anyway...
As far as the question goes. Dad used to call this the fun ratio.
There’s things that are incredibly fun.
There’s things you have to do or give up to do those things.
If the thing didn’t bring as much joy or higher than the pain needed to pay for it/live the lifestyle/whatever...
The fun ratio was backward.
Work hard, grimace, to pay to fly airplane, grin.
If the grin wasn’t bigger than the grimace, he stopped doing it. He made sure to try something new that he thought would be fun to replace it.
Example was his mountain cabin. Was worth the grin for many years. As he aged, maintaining it brought bigger and bigger grimaces along with the grin. Eventually the grimaces weren’t worth it anymore.
He took the money and bought other stuff he liked to do.
He still had those when he passed away so the grins must have still been bigger than the grimaces.