Rockin’ the 902: The epiloguePosted: October 16, 2012 Filed under: Impossible Dream, Rockin' the 902 | Tags: Atlantic Canada, plans 2 Comments
I’m back. After 24+ hours of sleeplessness, a day spent stranded at LaGuardia, and a manic return trip, I’m back. Five hours’ sleep and back to the office. I’ve quoted Tyler Tervooren previously when he said: “I’ve never come home from a trip feeling anything less than a better, stronger person.” If by better and stronger he means “punchy and addlepated,” I’m in.
2016 is a long way off. I’ll be sixty years old. My adorable great niece Abby will be eight years old. So will my car. Brazil will host the summer Olympics. We’ll have a Presidential election when Obama’s second term ends.
And I’m not going to belabor this or write about it every single day (or even every week). Not going to bore you with all the excruciating details. But I have set a goal for myself:
By the end of 2016, I will live in Cape Breton.
Stay tuned. I believe it’s gonna be a wild ride.
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