I just listened to the Christmas message from our new King. He doesn’t make a good Christmas message to the world. The Queen had the stronger accent that resides in my head as the official sound. The King is not a memorable speaker.
A week has passed and now I make my new year speech, posted as a blog here where nobody reads it, except you.
My new life started halfway through the year when I left Ontario to move across the country to try being a farmhand for a while. This was a big deal to obsess over and blog about.
A new chapter for my life story that carried almost no physical baggage. I left everything behind. A neat experience.
I’m still me at my core so the life change didn’t fix any problems except the obvious goal of not being homeless.
I’m hopeful the new people in my new life will be kind to me. I’m happy as long as they don’t yell.
A good year is predicted.