I listed 10 things last night, did a long, long-tone practice, then got the "uke" out and ... it was in tune, and I messed around a tiny bit with the songs I'd printed out.
"Good news, everyone!" - professor Farnsworth.
Graphics credit: u/antihostile on reddit.
The point is, this is 2023, one single year and look at how much the line diverges. Interesting times are coming and soon.
I've got "all kinds" of money saved for my trip back home but I realize that all I can expect it to do is get me back there and hopefully allow me to "hotel it" long enough to find a safe, stable, room to rent and get settled in. I'm hoping long term to be on good terms with my older sister again and combine forces in some way, because I can be pretty handy to have around. But that's it. I don't know how bad it's going to get in Hawaii because I don't know how bad it's going to get anywhere. If I have to starve somewhere, I'd prefer to do it in a place that's my home.
Just getting over there will be rough, and the transition to being settled in will be rough. I fully anticipate being homeless, having to live out of a storage locker and work my way up from the very bottom. So far, the times I've thought I'd end up street homeless I in fact didn't, but as things get worse I don't think I can coast on my luck.
There's a pretty good chance I'll almost be starting off as a new person, as not only are the banks all different there with the exception of the Navy Federal Credit Union, which I am seriously considering joining, but I may lose my email and ability to keep this admittedly very mediocre blog going. I may be effectively offline for months on end although probably not years unless "online" is going away for almost everyone. That's not due to happen for a few years later, maybe 2030.
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