Fifty is the other half.

Fifty is the middle if you expect to live to 100.

Fifty is the half century of every decade.

Fifty is an age some revere others loathe

Fifty is the age which I’m considered youthful living in Florida.

Fifty is a glass half full or empty.

Fifty is a perspective seen by fifty percent of the people who reads this blog post.

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By Expedition Nomadic Adventurer

As a retiree travel blogger touring the US, voicing my wisdom, opinion, and thoughts about the retirement lifestyle and life in general. I'm an aspiring pre-published indie author of baby boomer romance and adventures with a whimsical comedic side. I photograph wildlife and landscapes, mountain, biking, kayaking, hiking, and backpacking. I travel the back roads and highways of America, Canada, and Mexico, documenting my adventures via print and photography.

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