Well, folks, the proverbial "crap" has "hit the fan." I didn't plan on doing it the way I did, but it REALLY needed to be said. Funny thing is, I didn't even say it directly.
Out of respect for my family's privacy I won't share too many details. This will be a journey of sorts for them too, after all. I'll just tell you that Mom and I were on the phone and at the end of the conversation the subject of future plans came up, I alluded to the fact that we are looking at moving to Mexico but I didn't say "Mexico" at all. I just left it to her imagination.
The next morning it became evident through an email that she had guessed it. It's been all downhill from there.
In the past three days I've had numerous anxiety attacks, which I was able to overcome with breathing techniques and a bit of Valeria. I've got enough cortisol flowing through my body to sustain a 100-mile run being chased by a bear. Yesterday I drank 4 beers with no difficulty. On the upside, I also had a really meaningful discussion with my father, which was a really big deal to me. I won't go into details there either, out of respect to my family's privacy.
This is just the beginning. It's become evident to me that my siblings have been made aware of the situation as well. With everyone in the know, we will now have to undergo a battery of interrogations/discussions, explain ourselves and defend ourselves, and consider countless reasons as to why we should not move to Mexico.
Let the campaign begin.