This past week has been an emotional roller coaster. Within seven days we have: sold a car, sold a good percentage of our furniture, and (drum roll, please) accepted a CASH offer on our house above our asking price, even before it was officially listed! I am a strong believer in signs and portents. And all of the tea leaves here are reading “This move to Panama is the right decision. Full steam ahead!”
“So, Susan,” you ask. “Why the emotional coaster ride? Aren’t you beyond elated?” Of course we are. But for the first time, we’re actually confronting the reality of leaving our home here in Long Beach. And I gotta tell you, it’s breaking my heart a little. John and I have owned several homes, loving each one more than the last, and there’s something about this house that fits us like a glove. I know the minute we set foot on Panamanian soil and see those two pup faces looking out at us from their crates, all things Long Beach will be forgotten. But for now, I’m letting myself be a bit wistful . . .
The best news about this is the lady that’s buying our house. She is over-the-moon in love with it, which makes us happy. In her offer letter, she speaks of the serenity she feels here and of vacationing forever in our home with her three dogs (two beagles and a bagle). All together now: Awww! A dog lover who “gets” our house and what we love about it! Could it be any better?
Also, we’ve had an interesting health development with John. For several years he’s had a condition called atrial fibrillation, which is fancy jargon for an irregular heartbeat. He’d been controlling it with medication, but in the past couple of weeks it’s gotten worse. We were planning to seek out a cardiologist as soon as we got to Panama, but his worsening condition has changed things. As luck would have it, his cardiologist here convinced California’s best electrophysiologist (fancy jargon for a cardiologist who specializes in the heart’s electrical stimulation mechanism) to squeeze John in before we leave. This rock-star doctor will perform a procedure called catheter ablation, which has a success rate of 80-90 percent for a-fib. This does NOT mean we lack confidence in the Panamanian doctors; it just means we’ll be able to tick off another worrying detail before we move. And we actually get to use that uber-pricey COBRA health insurance we’re paying for. Signs, signs, everywhere a sign . . .
Forty days and counting!