It defies everything that is logical; all that is practical; the mere thought would throw most my age over the edge; but here it is straight from the thoughts and wants of my inner most being on this cold January day; where the earth is brown underneath a covering of grey like snow.
I want out; I like my job well enough; love my family and friends, but the urge to live the remainder of my life on a beach front is taking over once again.
I am fully aware of the good common sense of having a pension; it has been drummed into my head for many years; I know I should have a good amount of money socked away just in case; should make sure I have medical coverage and all that stuff; but I don’t want to; I want to live out the rest of my life with ex-patriot Americans who threw caution to the balmy winds of the Caribbean; dropped the pretense of “the good life” and actually LIVED. Each day being an experience unlike the day before; lots of new friends and hopefully my old friends would come to visit.
When I left the east coast last time thirty three years ago; I had little baggage physically or mentally; I was young and very employable; I had family; but no first line responsibilities. Several years ago; I moved into a small place; pared down my material goods; so the physical move would be easy; it is the mental move that might be difficult; now my I have a daughter, grandson and a granddaughter on the way in May; could I leave them? I would miss their youth; it would be tough not to talk to them and see them more than once a year. But this urge to go is so strong today; (it isn’t helping that I am listening to Buffett music while I write) and I don’t want to look back and say “ I should have”……………………
I need an adventure.
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