I have become a pirate. We sail the high seas for Morocco at daybreak!
MOROCCO. FOR ONE YEAR.
Wait, no, that's not entirely accurate. Let's try again.
BOLIVIA. FOR ONE MONTH.
No wait! MEXICO. FOR ANOTHER YEAR.
Or...PERU. FOR ONE WEEK.
No, no, that's not going to work. Ok.
AUSTRALIA. FOR SIX MONTHS.
And then there's always...CHINA. FOR THREE MONTHS.
I hope you can sense the petulant ambiguity of my situation. The precarious instability. THE COMPLETE AND UTTER LACK OF CERTITUDE! Which is nice, because the future is full of possibility, but horrible because the future is occurring as we speak. Did I just blow your mind? Well, that's in the past now. In fact, I wouldn't spend anymore of your future reading this. TOO LATE! You might as well just stop thinking about it now, or you'll end up where I am, paralyzed with indecision.
All of the above have been viable options at one stage or another. However time, unforeseen occurrence, and erroneous plane fares on Kayak have led to my current state. I fully expect to be on my way somewhere by March, it's just a matter of exactly where and when. Of course, I long for Mexico, but I also want to challenge myself with something new before returning to my tropical cocoon of Oaxacan goodness. I also intend to keep using this blog as a virtual buoy to tether myself to reality wherever I may roam.
The only constant seems to be my perpetual state of frozen hands and arctic feet, treatable only by living in a subtropical zone. All in all, it doesn't really matter where I go. As long as I'm serving Jehovah wherever I am, as well as I can, that's good enough for me, and I reckon it's good enough for him. And if I ever start to forget that, I must remember the sage wisdom of Penny Lane:
Never take [yourself] seriously. If you never take [yourself] seriously, you never get hurt. If you never get hurt, you always have fun. And if you ever get lonely, just go to the [Kingdom Hall] and visit your friends.
You did just blow my mind. And whenever I get lonely and miss you I will go to the record store (if they still exist at that point in time) and listen to Piano Man...
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