Well, today is a year since I moved out of New York City.
It's been a pretty rough year.
My life has basically been a disaster. The place in Jersey I moved to is not what I had in mind, but that's what I got.
But I don't regret leaving the city.
I feel bad for anyone "like us" that is still stuck in that shit hole.
And I'm grateful that I had the means to leave.
I know some of us don't live where we want to live, and aren't able to change that yet.
It may not seem like much, but I lived in Brooklyn for my first 47 years, and moving to Jersey was a big deal for me.
It's also good practice for when I hopefully move out west in five years when I retire.
Here's what I hope to accomplish over the next year:
My AR is on the way (FUCK YEAH!), and should be here next weekend.
Once the snow melts, I'm going to sell my motorcycle and buy a truck.
Then get my hernia fixed and start exercising again.
And if all that happens, the final part of my plan is to get a press and start reloading.
If l can tick 'em all off by this time next year, I will be a hard, well armed, and well-equipped minuteman!