“We’re moving to Florida!” Those were my husband words in February when he decided to get a new job. Although I knew the possibility of him getting a job outside of Grand Cayman was high, part of me hoped he would find one where we lived.
When I first heard the words, panic struck me. Move away from the only place I’d ever lived? Leave all my friends and family behind? Give up my job of 18 years and nice salary for a considerably lower income? What about the business I started in July? How would I run it from overseas? My in-laws lived in Florida, but they were over two hours away. Isn’t Florida the state for the highest child abductions? I didn’t share these fears with my husband. He’s the worrier in the family and I knew he had his own reservations, despite expressing excitement at moving back to the states, and being ready for a change.
As the reality of it sunk in, and I moved past the scary thoughts of getting our house ready to sell, and uprooting my kids from their friends, and family, I decided to focus on the benefits. I had shrewdly negotiated with my husband to let me write full-time from home. I had a 2-5 year plan in the works, and the move would fast track my dream. Sweet! My children would get to spend time with their other grandparents (my husband’s parents) who only saw them once a year other than Skyping on Sundays.
The opportunities for me as a writer would be considerable. No more spending $1200 to attend a writing conference, and paying 30% tax on the income I made from freelancing and book sales, not to mention the money I lost on the exchange rate from US to KYD. I’d get to meet more of my favorite authors and expand my author platform.
I’d have a whole year with my daughter at home before she started school at four. We’d have ridiculously lower electrical bills (only people from Cayman and other Caribbean islands can appreciate this) I’d cook homemade dinners for my family and keep the house clean all the time. Just kidding! That’s my husband’s dream.