“Yes! They said YES!”, I whispered as I read the email that we had been obsessively checking the inbox for. I looked up at Jason and saw mirrored in his eyes the same mixture of abject fear and excitement that was in mine.
And so our plan is coming together. In so much as we have a plan – what we really have is a pulled trigger and a panicked look on our faces.
“To achieve great things, two things are needed; a plan, and not quite enough time.” – Leonard Bernstein
We’ll leave Calgary by the end of November. 46 days from now. Not quite enough time, but we’ll get it done; we have to.
We’ve been Kijiji-ing like mad; trying to sell as much as we can as early as we can. Slowly reducing our living space to less than we lived with during college, trying hard to determine what we can keep (next to nothing) and what must go (everything), while still wagering on what we can leave to the last minute (the sofa and the bed perhaps?).
We’re working on our resignation letters and plotting the perfect time to unleash our plans on our unsuspecting co-workers. We work for the same company, on the same team, so coordination is key. **waves to unsuspecting coworkers who are no longer unsuspecting**
And we’re trying, trying, to come up with a plan.
Our totally-soft, not-worked-out, throw-it-against-the-wall-to-see-if-it-sticks, plan is to start with some good old fashioned couch-surfing with family and friends through December and into January.
Jason’s job search has now taken on an air of urgency that it needed in order to really get going. Time really is the enemy but not in the usual way; too much time usually means that nothing gets done in anticipation of tomorrow. Removing the tomorrow changes everything. We will go wherever the work takes us.
Of course there is a Plan B. It involves hot sun, crystal clear water, the softest sand I’ve ever felt, and as much paad thai as I ever wanted. But it’s not time for Plan B…yet.
Yes, we’re batshit scared. We’ve talked about this for a long time and now, all of a sudden, we’ve pushed ourselves deep into the middle of it. On purpose. We may be filled with nervous anxiousness much of the time, but there is also a quiet confidence that it is all going to work out. We are determined that fear will not be the winner.