Cayman Islands: Decision Time

We are ... maybe going.

(probably)

(and maybe we'll know for sure next week)

If anything, the last few weeks have been about patience, and forbearance, and the ability to adopt the properties of rubber -- as in, we've bounced back and forth on this decision so many times, it's a wonder we're still able to stand upright.

And to tell you the truth, this process keeps going and going and ... going.

However, one by one, the issues that potentially stood in our way of actually deciding whether or not we could go were gradually resolved. Like, we figured out the pets could come, and we'd be able to rent a house within our budget that would house everyone, and I could leave Canada and return without losing my permanent residency because we found out it's all ok because I'm accompanying my Canadian spouse out of the country, and that Brad's considered 100% recovered from the brain stuff from last year so he could actually qualify for Cayman Islands health care.

And with all that bureaucratic confusion swept aside, we were finally left with the decision of whether or not we wanted to go.

And holy crap, that was hard.

I heard a comedian once say that comparing apples to oranges makes no sense, and instead, if you're going to use that saying, it's better to compare things that are totally opposite from one another, like, say, apples and poverty. And that's what I've felt like we've been trying to do over the last month or so. How do you compare your bank account with the love you have for family? Or personal integrity with how much you missed your home when you lived away from it the last time? Or professional growth and steady employment with the joy you have when watching your son's grandparents fawn all over his adorable little self on a daily basis? Financial stability and improved future security with the ability to pop by for visits with friends and family?

How do you objectively compare two unknown paths?

We're still waiting for the return of all Brad's health test results, which we'll then forward to his employer, and then we'll have to wait for them to confirm that Brad's eligible for health care coverage.

But if he's good to go, we're, uh, going to go.

That still feels weird to say. And I'll admit, we're not 100% happy with it.

You're all going to come visit, right?

OK.

*brushes tears from eyes, adjusts funny bone*

But on a more practical side, THIS is what really concerns me:

Or, more precisely, THIS:

Because, ok, hear me out, what if the Cayman Islands falls into the Cayman Trench? Just like, slides in or whatever? I don't know, I've never lived on an island. Is that something to be afraid of? Because that thing is DEEP. And there are definitely sharks in that water, ready to eat us. See their ominous fins? Just biding their time, waiting for the perfect time to strike, like just after the whole island falls into the ocean.

What?

Comments

[rebecca]

i guess i wont worry about you guys then, because you have a rex-shield on your dog-boat. but i'm still crying.

[Administrator]

I've decided there won't be any hurricanes while we're there. I'm going to use the power of my mind to prevent them.

... or hunker down in Brad's office, because, like, government buildings have to be hurricane-proof, right?

And there's always the option of making a raft out of the dogs, or taking cover from projectiles behind Rex's girth ...

[rebecca]

what are your thoughts on living in a place where they have a whole SEASON just for hurricanes?? ;)