I have no idea what made me think of it. I’ve always had a little bit of Wanderlust. Maybe it was the septic that broke for the 4958408 time in my “almost” brand new house. Maybe it was the job I felt like was going nowhere. Maybe it was the relationship that came to a screeching halt. I can’t pinpoint exactly but something inside of me said: “There’s got to be more than this”. Like so many other American families… we were stuck on a hamster wheel. Constantly “working for the weekend”; Surviving instead of Thriving. I missed feeling free… and happy for no particular reason. I was tired of keeping up with the Jones’… trying to fit in with women who’s values didn’t align with my own. One day out of nowhere I got the bright idea to sell the house and travel for a year. I wish y’all could have seen the panic on Lily’s face when I mentioned it. I think for sure she thought I was speeding towards a mental breakdown. It took an entire year… 365+ days to talk her into the idea. So here we are… 11PM at night… Making a blog, so we can make a plan and embark on the adventure of a lifetime. We’re doing this.