Much depends on what you want out of life. My sister works for an enormous drug company, and is given bonuses and gifts, holidays and mutual support and praise sessions. She is envious of me, because I have decided, at 52, that there is more to life than having loads of money and a job that makes you unhappy. I'm leaving at the end of November to do all the gardening, singing, craftwork and reading that I haven't had the time to do since before the kids were born. We won't be well off, our diet will be healthier, and cheaper. I'll have the energy to make and keep friends.
What will be even better is that I will no longer have to be nice to people I wouldn't choose as friends. I will go to folk festivals when I want to, and GET A LIFE. Hwyl, Bron.