Friday, January 30, 2009

Can I Dive There?


Any time now, say within the next 6 to 260 months, we will give thousands of dollars in slightly frayed suits to any charity with a truck, check "yes" to convert all our paper statements to email, and turn out the lights. We'll hop in a Dulles Airport taxi, stomachs churning, checking for passports and ATM cards. A few giggly beers and many miles later, we'll stop at the top of the staircase on wheels, breathe in the warm, moist, frangipani/jasmine/gardenia air (depending where we land), and pity the poor, pale tourists. Because we aren't going home.

We've (okay, I've) been preparing for the moment for years - maybe forever. Definitely since 1979 when I stepped off the plane in Cartagena, Columbia with my Spanish Club classmates. If there's a book on expat anything, I've read it. If anyone enters my orbit with a Caribbean experience, I'm on it. I am meticulous, focused, bordering on frantic with all the options on a fast-approaching horizon. But my husband has only one criterion: Can I dive there?

We are perfect together.

4 comments:

Connie Walsh said...

Hey Nancy.

I espcially loved your last post. I am on a huge learning curve in blog world - but loved the evocative writing. It rings really true and I can "taste" how much you want to do this. Kudos.

CW

Bylandersea said...

Nancy,

Really fun to reconnect with you and Connie. So much to learn about blogging- but having a good time.
Debi

McDiver said...

Nancy, Great blog. I may get to be a part-time expat some day, too, if all goes well. By the way, the singular of criteria is criterion. That's why they call me Dr Pedantic.

Nancy www.ShoreDiveLife.com said...

Thanks, McDoc! Err, I mean McDiver! You are pedantictastic!