Moving To Another Country
“There are some things in this world you rely on, like a sure bet. And when they let you down, shifting from where you’ve carefully placed them, it shakes your faith, right where you stand.”
The country I have lived in for my whole life has let me down. The United States I knew was a force for good. We were founded on religious freedom. We are a melting pot; we value pluralism, diversity, and equality; the American dream is real. These are our values; our ideals, but more importantly, our identity.
I did not believe that there were two Americas. I did not believe that Trump’s hateful rhetoric would get him the presidency. I consoled myself with the fact that we still had the courts, our right to protest and the system of “checks and balances” that we learned in elementary school.
I have watched the last four years in shock – whenever I think it can’t get worse, it does. I am lost in the never ending sewage that is Trump news. It has culminated in a global pandemic that an inept president could not get under control. Hundreds of thousands of Americans will die because of him and there will be economic disaster for people not rich enough to ride this out. I turn on Fox News to get the other side and all Trump is talking about is Confederate statues. We have to save ourselves in this pandemic.
I have been home in quarantine for four months with no end in sight. Things are getting worse not better. Be smart – stay home when you can, social distance, wear a mask and wash your hands. Listen to your scientists and health care professionals. They do this for a living.
There is something both horrible and wonderful about hard times. When you are trying to survive, to just make it through another day, anything that is not essential begins to fall away. And who you thought you were, your expectations of life, everything you knew, gets taken apart, piece by piece.
This idealized person I thought that I was supposed to be doesn’t exist at the moment. It turns out that life can be much simpler than I thought.
We have made a decision, that if or when, we are allowed to leave the United States we will try living in another country for six months. We are hoping that we will be allowed to leave after the first of the year. We made some inquiries into houses. No one has gotten back to us. Is it because we are American?
The BF thinks we may not come back. But I am still hopeful that the story of America is to find a more perfect union and this too shall pass. I will keep you posted as we figure it out. What changes will quarantine make for you?