Live Who You Are

Four nights home, and the decision’s been made, I think.  Never a better time to prep the condo for sale. “Market is Correcting,” says Dale’s timely flyer.  In which direction, I wonder?  Either way, the man has a track record, a listing in the building, and June 8 calls out for decisions of momentous import.  Make an appointment for the day, with the goal of advertising by Canada Day?  Pourquoi pas?  Take advantage of the space in the storage locker.  No one but Inch need know unless and until sold.

8 years seems the right timeframe, a good run since the Vietnam watering hole.  No faulting the effort and commitment.  But walking around the neighbourhood, the attachment never really took.  The Peace Pavilion of 1995 on the water’s edge, just waiting for you to see the Zambian stone from Victoria Falls... Some good memories here, of the pool and balcony and 12 monkeys.  It was always here in shape and ready for another bout of rest on your return.  But I am running out of wall space, that old plant in the corner needs a proper burial, and the road beckons...

If the offers do not come in through the fall, then that provides another data point.  If closing occurs, short term rental opportunities will be there.  5 months into this year, how long until the lack of work becomes an issue, I wonder?  Before you are forced into other areas that appeal not?  Let’s not wait for an answer, but instead make preparations for the day.  Having been short-changed on the front end, no shame in running matters through as needed.

So what, then, is the plan?  NYC and gone?  Back to Zanzibar to start a new year and new life, 7 years later?  We need a symposium in here, to end things, to drop the news of changes to come.

Three exclamation marks.  Over the top, but I have always needed to be hit over the head.  The motto is too on song, who are ya?  A traveler at heart.  The Ha Long story a farewell to this place, and you didn’t even know it.  The gold rush, ha.  A shame Grandmom is not around to speak of it.  But she lives in you as well.  The silverware needs an heir.  Oh McMahon.  Such stories.

The joy of reading Arcadia, remember?  Now the attempt at Jon Strange, before the virtual AGM, fitting if it is to be the last.  Confusion has reigned in your head for some time.  Magically, there exists now a vision to run toward.  If it took a pandemic to deliver the final push, so be it.

Make it so.