Every time we get together with the two of our best friends, this time for dinner to celebrate her 61st birthday, the topic always turns to moving to Mexico. We all want to sit with our toes in the sand and experience the warmth that we will miss so much in the approaching fall and winter.
Having a business and a lease has stopped us in the past, but now the economy has outlasted our ability to feed a losing furnishings business. By August 31st, we will have liquidated our inventory and closed our doors. My wife will have to find another job, so we can continue paying the mortgages and buying food other than cat food to eat. That's her fear, that she'll have no money and have to eat catfood to survive. I always say that catfood is better than having to eat kitty litter.
We were asked, "Why don't you just sell the house and your stuff and leave? At least sell the house and rent an apartment, forgoing all the expenses associated with home ownership." That's a darn good question. It's probably fear on her side and inertia on mine. I think we all agreed last night, them in a wine-induced fog, to pack up and leave. We'll see what the next few days brings.
