Bon Voyage Mili !

Bon Voyage Mili !

I have a pretty much set routine each day I get to work. I am the first in the office, usually, so I go to my office “punch” my system on; then I go make coffee as the system boots by the time I get back I password through to my files—by this time my coffee is done so I head back to the kitchen doctor my coffee and transfer from my Jazzy to my Boing(manual wheelchair). Now, with coffee in hand, I check out my emails—first State then personal accounts. Then I check my blog statistics and then click “next blog” to see the next five blogs. I was intrigued today by one blog in particular—a blog by Mili Simic—a lad from Brisbane striking out to see the world. He is going to Canada. He has started a blog specifically for his adventure. Now this lad is not just taking the trip he is moving lock stock and barrel. This is so cool. Mili has some friends at least in Canada where he is planning to land. Here is his blog check it out and leave a message.

http://mili-overseas.blogspot.com/ . Check him out and leave a message and then follow his adventure. He seems to do a lot of images so it will be worth your time.

I did something like this years ago—when I relocated to Nampa, Idaho a berg about thirty miles west of Boise—my home town. Moving to a new city is like a complete computer reboot. Everything is crystal clear because you are so focused n trying to learn your way round the new environment. Everything looks strange until everything becomes invisible from familiarity. Markets, theaters, restaurants and bus routs all seem foreign and intimidating. Doing this out of a wheelchair is even more crazy—you tend do a lot of sidewalk checking or in my case driveways. I learned early cities take poor care of their sidewalks—leaving huge “crack monsters” just waiting to reach up and grab your front castor and heave you from your wheelchair. Cities keep their streets in fairly good repair so that’s where I roll any chance that I get. But, mind you have to make sure your access point is in good condition. I think the best part of the “move” experience is the monumental shake up this does for your life sort of like the “nudge” feature on MSN Instant Messenger. A move rattles you back in to reality and everything counts from clothes to money. You can land with friends or fam but this is not real, living with support is just that: supports. Pulling up your pants and cinching your belt and finding that first job or house in the new environment makes the transition complete. Go Mili go!

Tomorrow’s Veterans Day and I am off on Holiday. Probably just stay home and hang out. Actually I am thinkingn of taking Dianne out to Derailed then out to a small dinner. I’ll probably write tomorrow but if I don’t, Happy Veteran’s Day…go hug a vet!