Some Scheme…

For the first time since I can remember in my decision making history I realize I have made a bumbling mistake.

My judgment, carefully weighed and measured, missed its mark.  For someone who usually makes reasonably good decisions, which work themselves out over time, I am utterly perplexed at the enormity and sheer completeness of my error.

I was convinced I had the makings of a Grand Plan.

In its grandeur it would provide care for my mother and an English roof over our heads, company for our daughter while she completed her final year of college and help for our remaining children as they transitioned from semi-dependency to full independence in one easy year.

It was quite the scheme.

But slowly one thing after another fell through.  I was so convinced the plan was right for our lives that I ignored the warning signals.

“Have I ever led you wrong?” was my battle cry!

Our house expenses could be fully funded by renting to five young people for less than the price of an apartment.

My mother could be lovingly cared for by me instead of strangers, allowing her costs to be invested elsewhere.

My youngest could attend her dream college in England while we were geographically nearby to support her morally.

We could take the time to transition to empty nest and give our children the space they needed while still maintaining daily contact through Skype.

Everything fell through beginning a few weeks before our departure and continuing for the next six months.

The time has come to rethink the Grand Plan, starting with our reasons for still being here.

The year may be shorter than we planned, but then who puts much stock in plans these days?

Some scheme…

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