Christmas is over. I had a good time. The bills are paid, the cupboard stocked and all is well with the world. And though still debt free, I am nearly broke again. A little while ago I had totted up a bank balance the like of which I had not seen for many years but with the latest bills I have reduced myself to a net worth of a remarkably omenic $365. (I made that word up). I have been here nearly year – just 12 weeks to go. I have gone from a financially cowed serf to a free man. There is no reason I should not feel pleased with myself.
Apart from the trip to NZ, an IMac and an equivalent cash gift, I have spent quite a few dollars on Christmas, on tools, on the motorcycle, on transport for the bike and myself to Sydney next March, and most importantly – for a change – on myself. On a few things I want, rather than need. Such as a swag. Soon I shall have a biker swag. I saved $80 off the retail price and got free postage as well. I am not too old to go camping. I just may need to take my pillow along. Now indeed, though I still do not have a boat or banjo, I do believe I have everything I could want for now.