2 Weeks, 2 Days

“Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow, it only saps today of its joy.”

—  Leo F. Buscaglia.

There is nothing wrong with me aside from worry. Nothing to keep me from enjoying our last 16 days in Texas, aside from the fears traipsing around my head. What fears, you ask?

  1. Our house is not rented and if we don’t get it rented, we won’t be able to afford life in PR. So, we’ll have to shuck the whole plan and come home (far poorer than we were when we left).
  2. If we don’t rent our house, we will have to try to Air BNB it, which, from across the Gulf of Mexico, will be a very difficult challenge, and comes with a host of preparations we will need to make before our departure in two weeks (hiring a house manager, cleaning people, prepping the house, etc.). Just thinking of it exhausts me, and we are uncertain of whether we need to think about it.
  3. My husband hasn’t told his employer that we’re going yet. Yes, he works remotely, but I don’t know if that means it’s ok to work remotely, from Puerto Rico? (When he dreads a conversation, he really puts it off – he’s gone a bit off the edge this time . . .)
  4. My adult-teenager has been diagnosed with a schizophrenia like disorder, and I have no idea how he will do living with someone else with us across the ocean and unable to help out, and it keeps me up at night.

That’s it. Deep breath.

“When I look back on all these worries, I remember the story of the old man who said on his deathbed that he had had a lot of trouble in his life, most of which had never happened.”

– Winston Churchill

Surely Winston Churchill knew something of worry, so I will take a spoonful of his wisdom and let it go. For now.

Are we there yet?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s