Why I Am Southward Bound

I hope this doesn’t come as a big shock to anyone, but I am leaving next week for my new life in the United States. This all came up suddenly and I think my family will miss me, but I didn’t have much choice.

This week, I bought some software I wanted from Microsoft. Bang! Within minutes, after I sent the big company $111.49, there was a message in my email inbox, confirming my purchase and giving me instructions on how to download the digital wonder I’ve been wanting. I started plugging in the information that was required but was soon stopped in my tracks by a box that declared I lived in the United States and asking me which state I was as resident of.

There were two instructions as I proceeded. One box said “choose your region” and the other said “United States”. But there were no other regions and I had no choice but to pick the United States if I wanted my prize.

Well, that was a bit frustrating but not as upsetting as the two days I spent on the phone and the Internet dealing with very nice people who, wherever they live, couldn’t get me living in Canada where, after 72 years, I’ve kind of gotten used to dwelling.

I want to stay here, but I also want that software. So, ever practical, I can see no way out but to move to the U.S. I have rented a small unit in Trump Tower in New York and I hope I will be happy there. My place faces the back of the building so I won’t see or hear all the protesters out front.

You never know where life’s gonna take you but adventure is the name of the game.

So off I go.

Look in on my family now and then, if you don’t mind. Thanks a lot.

©2022 Jim Hagarty

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.