Me again. Been living in my new home for a month, tomorrow. Things are starting to settle. I’m starting to feel at home in my new town. However, I’m never going to feel as much at home here as I used to feel where I used to live. Can’t erase all those years and I doubt I’ll live here for as long. I’d have to get to be over 100 years old to do that. Not likely.
However, (there’s that word again), I might still be able to enjoy the rest of my life.
To get some kind of ok job would be nice. I still have another 15-17 years until retirement kick in. If I live to see it happen. Before that happens I would like to have worked some more. This unemployed thing is getting way old now. Not to mention I never know what the politicians will think of next to make life more miserable for the unemployed.
In the old days, politics used to be about changing society for the better. Lately it seems to be about the opposite. At least if you happen to be at the wrong end of the pyramid. Life at the top seems to be as good as always. Life at the bottom just become more unbearable for each passing year. Yet, I know that even the poor are getting less poor. At least on a global scale.
Enough of that now, I just checked in to let you readers know I’m still around and intend to keep this blog alive.
Over & out.
I’m writing this from the kitchen at my new place to dwell. A small flat at the top of a building in a small town to the north from where I used to live.
The past weeks have been so busy. I’m still stressed out from all of it. But, now I’m here and starting to settle in. Got lots of unpacking to do, even if I didn’t bring much with me, but it seems I should have brought even less stuff.
Yesterday I was out for a long walk around the center of town and it struck me how quiet it is here. I’m not used to it yet but I like it already.
Best of all is that almost everything is within easy walking distance. No need to always catch a bus to go somewhere, unless it’s really far away.
A little more snow still on the ground here but the weather has been very nice these last few days. Very sunny and mild.
That’s all for now.
Happy New Year!
At least I hope 2017 will be better for everyone. For the world. For humanity. This blog will continue. During 2017 it will celebrate 12 years of being around. I hope I will be able to update it a bit more often this year.
My New Year celebration was quiet because I have a cold and a headache and have spent a week more or less sleeping and/or resting in bed. Tonight I start to feel slightly better but mostly I feel tired. I’m recovering though.
When I look back on 2016 I don’t see a lot of things to remember. Only a few happy moments, and a lot of sad news from around the world.
One good thing in my life was that I got out of the bankruptcy I had been in for almost 6 years.
I also made some changes in my life for the better in the long run.
I’ll be moving in the coming months. Not yet sure to where or exactly when but it will happen. First time in 43 years I move to a new home so I’m a bit rusty on the whole thing. Not sure how I feel about it all or how it will be to forever leave the house built by my parents, but I guess I will know for sure when the day arrives.
Until then I have a lot to do to get where I’m going. I just hope I will have the energy I need to get it all done.
So, I might not be able to update this blog a lot in the coming weeks but I’ll be back, just like the Terminator.
My summer 2016:
First half: great.
Second half: not so great.
No, I’m not happy with life. It could be worse, of course. It can always be worse, but the worst is that it could always be a hell of a lot better. But it never is. All I got is not so bad but not really good. I’m sick of it. Almost 50 years already gone, and what to show for it? Nothing. Almost nothing but that’s a thin almost. Sure I’ve had some moments where I thought life was actually good. Those happy times. I remember them vividly because there has been so few of them. The bad moments have been plenty, and those I also remember. Then there is life. Not that it makes me smile a lot. I get by.
Lately, I find myself not in the best of moods. I sleep a lot or not at all. I don’t get out much. There are things to do, I just don’t feel like doing any of it. Most of the time I’m thinking about how it is that I never get to where I would like to be no matter what I do or say. Or not. I have decided I have no clue how anything works. No matter how I try to figure it out, I end up in the same place.
So I do what I’m not supposed to do – I give up on it all. No more trying. Someone else can try now and let me rest and relax. Let my brain get some vacation.
I changed the name of this blog. Mostly because I felt like it was time to own up to it being mostly about me and my misery. I don’t put my real name on it for reasons of privacy. Perhaps it don’t matter anymore but I’m not ready to use my real name anywhere on the blog yet. It has been alive for 11 years all the same.
The greatest story never known is my way of saying I’m still trying to get my 15 minutes in the limelight, my time to shine. Also a way of saying that most people never have much of an audience for their writings or stories. Yet, many people write on a daily basis.
My mother kept a journal for decades. A few notes about what happened each day, what she cooked for dinner, the weather and other things. Sometimes she also noted how she was feeling on a particular day and what she was thinking of.
She often told me to burn all the journals, letters and other writings left by her and my father, but I said I wouldn’t do that. Our family history should be preserved, was my reason. I still stand by it. Even if no one will ever read any of it even once, I think it shouldn’t be destroyed.
Maybe you think I ought to respect her wish to destroy it all, and I would if she had written it in a will and made it official. Now that didn’t happen.
Anyway, I’m digressing as usual. What will happen with this blog when I’m gone? I hope someone will make sure to not let all the posts go to waste.