The irony is that my late husband and I first started looking to leave the US in 1994 when we went to look at a job for him in New Zealand, that was snatched out from under him by someone from South Africa. For a few years we owned property in Panama, and actually had permanent resident visas stamped in our passports, as an escape hatch from Shrub. Then, when Obama was elected, we felt enough like the country was coming back from the brink that we sold the property in Panama. In 2015 we made a verbal offer on property on Bonaire, but didn't follow through. That was, of course, motivated by fear that the orange a$$hole might win. We convinced ourselves there was no way. When he actually won, my husband was no longer willing to do the work it would take--and he actually was ill--to move to another country. I suggested maybe we could at least leave the mainland, go to Hawaii? He wouldn't go. After he died in 2018, I toyed with the idea of taking an apartment in Lyon, FRANCE for several months to try out the idea of moving there (family friend lives there and our French 'daughter' lives outside Paris), but I kept putting it off because I didn't want to leave my elderly dog. Well, I was on Bonaire when COVID hit in March 2020, and that was the end of my move abroad fantasy. I ended up buying a house here in Durham, and frankly, I love my little house and don't have the energy to start over. Plus, if I were going to move to Canada, I think I'd prefer British Columbia to the Toronto area. So, I'll probably stay put and visit instead
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