23. Leaving

I have remarked in the past that I could see leaving this country if things get really bad.

And they are pretty bad right now. The government (so called) is dismantling our society—our educational institutions, our scientific endeavors, our social welfare, our trust. 

It continues to astonish me how fast annihilation can happen.  

But when I think of leaving, I also think (a) I'm too old and (b) I'm really fine, right here. Our house will be paid off in September. This is a wonderful place to live. And do I really want to deal with all the bureaucratic bullshit that moving anywhere else would require? 

No. 

Plus, with David getting his cancer miracle treatment right here, we're not going anywhere anytime soon. 

And yet.  

Until lately, I've always considered myself "just a person." Not restricted by birthright or whatever. Now, though, I recognize that I'm "an American," whether I like it or not. Yes, yes, I could move to France or wherever—but then, I'd always be an outsider. Would that bother me? Maybe not. It's something I need to consider.

Because yeah, if in 2026 the elections just bolster this bullshit "Republican" (aka MAGA) party, I may very well be seeking an exit strategy. After David dies.

But with any luck, 2026 will bring us some hope. I am hoping bigtime for hope.

I'm also even more strongly hoping that David doesn't die anytime soon.  That's my biggest wish. My lifeline. 

There's a whole lot of hope—or do I mean wishful thinking?—spinning throughout my present reality.