grief? craziness? carpe diem?

I had a random thought pop into my head yesterday while doing an online Portland job search: Man, I should just move to Mexico and learn Spanish and then I'd be really competitive. The social work jobs there are few and the good paying ones wanted a bilingual person. I promptly dismissed it but then...

I shared said random thought with JC last night. Something in him jumped on board. We discussed and you know what? We just might do it. I don't know what this is...nerves or folie a deux or what but I really, really love the idea. It would mean a postponing the Portland move but wow.

We went over the money numbers and it could actually happen. Leave ATL go to Mexico and move on up to Portland. Maybe this is a result of wanting to DO SOMETHING after Aunt Lizzy died or listening to John Mayer's "Say" too much. Who knows? It may fizzle but I have always wanted to do something like this. I remember talking with Maureen about finding a couple of weeks to go to Guatemala or something. But to spend a couple of months immersed...I don't know...

I did wake up this morning and review my dream: I was working in Portland with my current co-workers. My supervisor came up to me and raved about how much money two of the employees were saving the company because they didn't have to use the translator whenever someone Spanish speaking called. Hmmm..