The Idea

So I was sitting there minding my own business, living my ordinary little life, trying to fall asleep on a very long ride home from South Carolina with my sister and mom when all of a sudden I think to myself “We should move to Scotland”.  Who knows where thoughts come from?  They just appear.  This much unexpected thought got me excited, and I immediately started to dream of the possibilities.  The more excited I got, the harder it was to keep the idea to myself, and as my husband wasn’t there to talk to I decided to see how the idea would go over on my sister and mother.  Now if you know me you will know that I have always tried very hard not to “rock the boat” if you will, I don’t like to disappoint people, I care way too much about what people think about me and my decisions, and I definitely do not like to hurt the people that I love.  Never the less, I forged on cautiously by asking my sister, “So you know how you moved up north for a few years?  Well what if I moved to Scotland for a year or two?”  Well as you can imagine it didn’t go over so well.  My sister said, “excuse me, I moved 6 hours away, not across the world”, to which I thought, Scotland is only 6 hours away, it just happens to be by plane instead of car, and my mom said, “you are not taking my grand babies anywhere”.  I can totally understand their reactions because I am sure that I would have felt exactly the same if I was in their place.  I decided not to bring it up again.

When I got home I mentioned the idea to my husband who, to my surprise, took the idea and ran with it.  Within a week we had learned the regions in Scotland, decided on the area that we wanted to live in, and my husband had contacted a tree company who said that they were expanding in a year and would have work for him should we come.  It all seemed like a dream, but we would eventually have to wake up from our own private dream and include others in the plan.