When does a good idea become a bad one?

Part of me hesitates to write and share these thoughts because they sound silly. Naïve, even. A mix of too much and too little confidence. And in the end, everything in my head was all abstract, so what's the point in overanalyzing things? Who cares, I'm writing about this anyway. For years ideas and fantasies marinated in my brain: I would move to Germany not long after finishing graduate school, starting anew. And until Merz took over, I dreamt of the fast-track route to citizenship, a mere three years if one had sufficient language skills and proven dedication to and integration into society through something like volunteering. I'm not trying to suggest that I am Special, but I am not like many Americans who simply dream of the European lifestyle and throw a dart to determine in which Western European country they should settle, assuming that everything will just work itself out and they'll thrive in an "expat" community because god forbid they consider themselves among the likes…