35 days away now, and I’ll finally be leaving the Northern Kentucky area for good!!
Or not.
Damn, this lockdown sucks.
While I’m finally on the verge of moving to the new state, I still have no idea if I’d legally be allowed to move there by the end of May.
I had paid for Airbnb reservation for the first 32 days in the new city, and all my plans are set, ready to hand in my two-week notice to my manager...but all this would need to be postponed indefinitely if the governor of that state decides to prolong the temporary ban on vacation rentals.
I wish I had just moved to Houston TX in early 2019 instead of waiting around to see if Angie (or anyone whose beauty and intellect can match hers) can be found in Cincinnati area...because guess what: there is absolutely nobody else like her in here.
But there is no use regretting it.
At least I know what I want now. With the absence of any girlfriend figure in my life, I am okay with being single for the next several years IF I can get to fulfill my life calling by living near the sea again.
Somehow, the sea heals everything... My two recent trips to Mexico has proven that.
The sea is not a vacation place for me.
The sea is not a vacation place for me.
Let me repeat:
The sea is NOT a vacation place for me.
The sea is home!
Being so far away from the sea for so many years has made me indifferent to life in general...my mind and soul had been seeking for a place to settle down, thinking that it was because I wanted to move to Japan, or Indonesia, or Europe, etc.....but no, the answer has been staring at me all along....it's the sea.
So this is the time when the Japanese concept of gaman has to come into play: I just have to suck it up and remain stoic, at least in public.
I wish I could find that Angie-like figure who will be my life partner (wherever she is), but until that time comes, I just need to remain committed to my goals and keep myself accountable not just to my family and cats, but also to God.
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