There is nothing quite like the thrill of traveling. To venture to a new world without knowing what you will see, who you will meet, or where the road will take you, it is a strange blend of delightful butterflies and heart racing nervousness.
Last year my husband and I did something pretty crazy. We sold our house and quit our jobs to pick up and travel. It wasn’t a decision made out of haste, but a very planned out adventure that we decided to take after a rough few years that involved my husband being ill then recovering from an accident. For three months we traveled the country and just lived. We drove wherever the road took us and camped out at night. Long nights were spent star gazing and talking about the sights we had seen that day. We visited National Parks and went on hikes. There was cliff diving and campfires. It was just us and the road.
However, getting to that point was anything but easy. It was terrifying to completely leave our lives behind for what many told us was a stupid idea. Not many were supportive, and I wasn’t a hundred percent sure that I wanted to go through with it. Now, being on the other side of the journey, so much has changed for the better and I know the adventure was well worth it. I have learned so much about myself, my marriage, and what I want out of this life. I learned to slow down and live in the moment. We don’t have a lot of time on this Earth, but we forget that when we seem to live in endless days of work, traffic, and chores.