I’m never moving again. Never.
I’m never going back to that horrible motel on the Cape. Or that hideous cockroach motel in Montreal.
Never taking another college course or reading another textbook.
I’m also never going riding (horseback) again, but that’s not a choice. I just can’t and I wish I could.
Not going swimming in the ocean anymore. That water is COLD.
Never going to commute daily to a job (yay!) … and never going to take a load of crap from a boss.
As you get older, the number of things about which you will say “never again” begin to pile up. Mostly, without regret. Except for the horses. I’ll always yearn for horses.