While You Were Gone VI

While You Were Gone VI

It’s been…a year. Not bad, but so busy that it’s crazy to think we’re about to enter a new year and decade. Let’s see, what have you missed…

Well, as of now, everything is once again in flux. A new hotel is being constructed next to my condo. As in, so close that the view of Old San Juan, which is my favorite part of the place, will be totally lost. Due to this, I decided to put the condo up for sale, and much to my surprise, we are two weeks away from closing. This is great, as it’s a stress relief, but gives way to stresses such as; Do I want to buy a new condo in Puerto Rico? Is this an opportunity to make the jump to Spain? Do I rent and be a floater in life for a while? Yes, these are all first-world problems, yet here we are.

This year I left the new job I was testing out. I went back to the job that stresses me to the point of new wrinkles and greying hair. In a way, it’s like 2020 is a revision of 2018 based on work.

Between the job swaps, I did take six weeks to study Spanish in Spain. My language skills remain complete trash, but I keep working on mastering this language of rolling tongues. In fact, I plan to spend five more weeks in Spain once February arrives. Let’s see if that happens. Also, the long term dating does hurt my ability to simply pick up and leave. This affection for other humans is somewhat problematic. I may have to lock him in a box and make the move against his will. Reminder – add air holes to said box.

There were many mini-adventures throughout the year in an attempt to get outside the box, see new things, places and Starbucks locations. I did fit in one last miles run [yesterday] from Baltimore to Miami to make sure I held my Delta status for 2020. It’s one of those little things where you’ve been spoiled and can’t go back to the normal way of life. I need my free upgrades and cocktails!

Even with my “healthy goals” I think 2019 has had more hangovers and crazy times than the last few years. That’s saying something as I still manage to be in bed almost every night no later than 10:00 PM. Actually, that’s what’s new this year – I’m old! I’ve completely adopted old person bed life. If I can go to bed, I’m in the bed. That’s probably also a motto for many street walkers. Good for them.

Until next year, a toast!

R.B. Winters
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