Future Otis is the new Otis
Apparently, one year ago this morning, I decided to send a post-dated e-mail to myself via FutureMe.Org. That e-mail arrived just a bit ago, and I’ll admit it sort of made me laugh.
Subject: So, how is Canada?
Dear Future Otis,
So, by now you should be living in Toronto. How’s that working out for you? You like the snow? Has your wife threatened divorce yet? Playing much poker these day or did you go broke because you didn’t understand the exchange rate?
Oh, by the way, you mentioned you might be trying to knock up your wife. Being that you’re now living in hockey country, did you manage to get one past the goalie?
I don’t expect a reply, but if you manage the time, be sure to tell us if you regret the decision you made.
It’s fairly amazing to advance one year and see how much can change. At this point last year, I was 100% sure I was moving to Canada. It was consuming every thought I had. Every minute of every day was spent working toward getting my house ready to sell and getting on the road toward Toronto. Then things took a lot of odd turns. Immigration issues combined with a number of odd personal and professional moments made it apparent by August that I would not be turning into a Canuck.
It’s also clear that the wife and I were already talking about trying to have another kid. Due to all of the above we put off the actual process of trying until…well, until exactly the time we decided we weren’t moving to Canada. And then…I believe the phrase is “boom goes the dynamite.”
As it turned out, both decisions turned out to be right. It snowed here last weekend and is going to be 72 degrees this Saturday. My wife is nearly seven months pregnant and all is well. Yes, Old Otis, life is still in a constant state of flux and everything could change in a half-second. But, frankly, I’ve been living like this for the last decade or so, so it can pretty much be called the new normal.
I think I’m going to stop writing Future Otis. Not exactly sure why, but it feels sort of odd. The way things change year to year when I do write to him, I may end up never actually settling down.
Then again, maybe that’s not a bad thing.