Why Belize?

She asked why I had gone to Belize and I explained, "My motivation was perhaps ill-advised.

"I don't expect to be able to live in New York forever."

"Nobody lives forever, Jon."

"Pipe down, you. At some point, I'll be priced out. Or run out of town on a rail. I'm not sure. In any case: contingencies."

"So: Belize? Why not Hoboken?"

"I'm pretty sure the dollar's gonna go a lot further out of the country. And I didn't know it at the time, but Belize is incredibly welcoming to expats. They want foreigners to retire here.

I'd gotten a bug in my brain about retiring to Belize - retire from what? I don't know - maybe ten years ago. I never knew too much about it; mostly that it's the only Central American country where they speak English. It's the official language."
"You could learn another language, Jon."
"Maybe you don't know this about me: I speak English good. It's like, one of the things I'm best at. I'd hate to end up where my area of eloquence is... I got no word to end the sentence. Sorry."

"Oh. So... why now?"

"My Therapist has been telling me to go on a vacation. I don't do anything, but he tells me to go on a vacation. I haven't earned a vacation, but he tells me to go on one. A vacation from unemployment.

"I'd been planning a different trip - a bigger one, with my mother, but that fell through. On the day that those plans collapsed, I just bit the bullet on this plan, to fact-find on the place I thought I might relocate to someday, in a pinch."

"And what do you think?"

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