The best laid plans

I've had the week from hell. Between a completely manipulative, histrionic employee who flat out lied to me and then lacked enough integrity to own up to it, a hospital visit for severe chest pains, a participant who died from a crack overdose and Remy getting fired from his job, I am struggling to maintain a semblance of sanity. Mostly, I fear that our dreams of moving, of visiting Spain, and of owning a home will disintegrate into the ether from whence they were born.

How can we save with such a greatly reduced income? Should Remy look for work in New England so we can move or should he look for something here so we can keep saving? Should we buy a house here or buy one in Maine? Should we go ahead to Spain this Autumn or should we come to terms with the fact that we'll never be able to do the things we dream of doing?

I feel as though we rarely ever follow through on our dreams. We talk so big and live so small.