I feel that I am letting this blog go. I just don’t have the interest or feelings to write much.
As an update for readers, however many remain, this is an update on a big happening that transforms my life:
I will begin (briefly) five years ago when my husband and I were in Toronto for a long-delayed honeymoon.
Whilst we were there, we explored the possibility of finding a condo that we would live in during summers.
That didn’t happen, but it began a quest that I carried out alone after my husband died — I officially became a Canadian resident through a special process for some individuals in a class to which I belong.
During the years from obtaining residency to July 2024, I got credit for the minimum number of days-in-country required to apply for citizenship.
I applied, was interviewed, obtained the appropriate Canadian supporters, and on 4 October, I took the Oath of Allegiance and became a Citizen of Canada!
I am retaining my birthright U.S. citizenship, so now I am dual.
Brings me to Wednesday November 6… a horrible day to wake up to in the once-united States of America. The country for which I fought, served, and honored, has been set up for destruction by the worst-case scenario.
I can’t even say its name.
Now it is time to execute my “back-pocket” plan… and live at least four years (with returns to the U.S. for obligations I have) in Southern Ontario.
I have a very good friend with whom I spent a lot of time familiarizing myself with his hometown and region. My friend actually met me through this blog, so I am grateful for the reality of getting to know such a kind, special, witty, smart, and hunky Canadian! (Okay, as I’ve said to him, I may flirt a lot ’cause I ain’t dead yet! But no worries, I am harmless.)
What will be my new hometown is a beautiful place. It is tranquil, calm, and comfortable for a guy like me. Unpretentious, friendly, affordable, and much like the community where I live in Maryland USA.
Come 19 January 2025, it is very likely I will make the move out of the former-united States of America to my new country that welcomes kindly, lives its diversity, and is calm yet gets things done.
Life is short: make plans and execute them.
I wish you all the best in the land of my ancestors.