Grandma Used To Say…

Daily writing prompt
What’s the hardest decision you’ve ever had to make? Why?

…”Who knows, what it’s good for”?!

We’ve been over this a million and a half times, or so it feels. Why not again?? ๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ˜‚
Out of all the difficult decisions I made to date, I most regret leaving America, to move back to Germany. From 2017 onward this regret started to fade slowly with Donald Trump’s first presidency, because America began its negative transformation [in my humble opinion from far away, based upon the news coverage available to us].
After my divorce in 2001, it took me 12 years, five job changes, five relocations, a lot of determination and elbow grease to create a good life for myself. When it was finally time to “enjoy the fruits of my labor”, my dad became terminally ill. Family comes first, that’s the way it is and this is the reason why I’m back in Germany. I’m not happy here to be perfectly honest. Still, I am grateful beyond measure for the remaining time with my dad. We always had a rather difficult relationship and “making peace” was important for both of us.

I left the better-for-me life behind, to do what’s right. And in the end, this decision – perhaps not in its entirety – ended up being the right choice. With the current developments in America, who knows? Maybe I would have been deported by now and back in Germany anyway? At the very least I always know that I left America on my terms, with good intentions.

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