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Have you ever been sitting in your car, sitting still, when suddenly you think you’re moving when you’re not supposed to be? Perhaps a car beside you is rolling backwards, creating the illusion that you are moving. Or perhaps you are moving forward, but you’re not supposed to be. Maybe you’re at a red light, and it hasn’t turned green yet, and you’re creeping out towards the intersection. I kind of feel that way right now.
We hired a realtor last week. And just when we hired him, we had one of those nights where we considered that we need a Plan B. Just in case…just in case of what? In case Ecuador’s new lefty president does something so utterly stupid it makes us not want to go anymore? In case Ecuador heads so sharply to the left, as Chavez has done with Venezuela? Would any of this really affect our plans? We remind ourselves, for God’s sake, we’re not investing $500 million in telecom or opening an oil refinery. I don’t think anyone is interested in expropriating a chocolate shop. We’re not going to deposit all our money in an Ecuadorian bank.
So what was our Plan B? We had thought of this before…sun and surf beckon. Florida was our only Plan B. Housing is cheap, we could buy something outright if we wanted to. Just a few miles from the beach. Find a crappy job, do something. Yeah, like what? we ask ourselves over and over. Wonder what we are doing in a sterile planned community, with all the neighbors mowing their lawns on Saturday morning and discussing their tennis games, golf handicap, or latest goings-on down at the community center. Sebastian (our son) sees the advertisements on the kid’s channel for Florida all the time, and asks “Where is Florida? It looks good. Florida has lots of water. Where is Florida?” We got some sleep, and the idea soon faded, like a bad dream you quickly forget and just wonder what it was that made you so upset.
We signed the contract to list the house this week. Now Maria’s family is starting to believe us. We’ve just been blowing hot air for the last two years, if you asked them. Suddenly, there is forward motion again in our life. It has been absent for a few years now, with the exception of our kids, which bring forward motion whether you like it or not. We are heading towards something, we don’t know what, but it feels right.
Of course, we had to get a wrench in the works the same day we signed the contract. Maria gets an email from a firm she had been in discussion with since early January about a job in Bogota, Colombia. She has a conversation by phone with a a guy at the company and a day later they send an email, saying they want to fly her to their place for an interview. She finds out during the interview that she knows the woman she would be replacing. Another friend of hers tells her she heard the project with this position has some serious implementation problems, to put it politely. She gets on the phone with the woman in Colombia, who basically tells her it’s a wonderful project, but their are a whole lot of problems. Her schedule is 7 am to 10 pm most days, later if she has nothing better to do. Boy, that was an easy decision.