I am moving again. Since I relocated here, I have moved… Let me count, this will be my tenth move. It’s amazing now that I think about it.
When I first relocated here, I stayed with my BFF. She helped me get established and she aided in finding me a more permanent place to live. It was a small, cheap bachelor apartment. Boy, those days are long gone. The one bedroom I am leaving goes about $1,500/month, or more.
Change, I should be used to it; however, as I prepare to embark on the next phase of life, I cannot help feeling a bit melancholy. Don’t get me wrong, I am both elated and a bit anxious about where things are going. Perhaps, this is because most things never completely occur as one imagines things to be. Perhaps, this is just my nature – who I am and what I do. In either event, I always have a backup plan, many in-fact: Plan A, plan B, plan C, et cetera.
I always have multiple routes in the hope of achieving a set goal. It is my experience that life usually throws a curve ball, or two along this route we call, “Life.” I found it prudent to have alternative roadways to reach a goal. It’s kept me on the prize; sometimes I succeeded and other times I have failed, but usually I just experienced a hiccup or two along the way. But I digress.
I am moving into my own property. Yes, I am an owner, and now I have a mortgage. It’s a big step. It was a long time in coming.
Bring it on, I have already started on a new plan.
—Robert Confiant 21 June 2017 (mod 25 March 2018)