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Whither should I go ?

That's one of those life choice questions. I've made two major moves in my life; New York City to San Francisco and then San Francisco to Los Angeles. And I have been in the same county since 1989.
So now the question arises as to where I would like to retire. Someone had mentioned Carefree Cove in NC. First, why would I want to ever consider living in NC? Second, when I look at the website it mentions being LGBT friendly but even more inclusive. My purpose to be with the LGBT community is to maybe be around a little less inclusive group of people. On the page it claims that it, "... is a magnet for people from the eastern third of the country who enjoy winter sports, three seasons of water sports, year-round hiking, and a vibrant arts community." All of that sounds like the exact OPPOSITE of who I am and how I roll. I am thrilled to stay inside and the thought of living IN NATURE is not at all appealing to me. The state is also a bit too red for my comfort level.
Truth is, I am not interested in retiring to the country. If that were the case, I'd probably consider Costa Rica as a more viable alternative. I went there just to see the lay of the land. It is a beautiful country and well worth visiting again, but the notion of leaving the USA for cheaper living is not all that appealing. And while I do speak Spanish with some level of fluency, I'm not quite ready to give up on my English.
Anyway, I am not planning on retiring for at least 9 or 10 years, so I have a ways to go. Maybe something else will turn up in the interim.
Why does the thought even come to mind. Well, I have to eventually think about the end of my life. What happens with the possessions? If they are not willed to someone, they probably wind up going to the state. Who wants the state to inherit my vast BEATLES and DOLLY PARTON album collections? So that needs to be worked out. Next would be what to do with me after I'm gone. The legal folks refer to this as the disposition of remains. For the longest time I had fantasized having my body dissected and recycling the parts. Give the working organs to folks who needed it and remove the bones for the creation of an articulated skeleton in a classroom.
But what happens if the organs are not worthy of transfer? I mean, it's not like blood that always seems to be in short supply and good at almost any age. Just because I'm alcohol free, doesn't mean my liver is spotless (no allusion to liver spots, BTW). And I have no idea if my lungs would be reusable since I have had a history of allergies and asthma. Being smoke free doesn't necessarily mean that your lungs will end up in pristine shape.
Then, another part of me thinks in the traditional fashion. Buy a plot. Buy a stone. Get prayed over and buried in a timely manner. Oh, and make sure your package comes with perennial care because there are no generations that will look forward to visiting the grave.
So, for now, I am not going anywhere. I sometimes wonder if my house and land are being 'cased' for the day that I move so that someone could pounce on it and make me an offer I couldn't refuse.
Wait and see, I guess!