Loading...We’ve been germinating this nomad idea for awhile. We’ve kept it to ourselves though. It seems the further you get in life the harder it is to convince the world that you don’t necessarily have to live like everyone else. The Grand Plan has been hard enough to commit to on its own, explaining it to others was something we weren’t yet ready to do. Hence the lack of blogging for the past five months. Not that I delude myself that everyone who knows me is constantly monitoring my writings here, most don’t even know what an RSS feed is, but we just weren’t ready yet to go public, to unfurl the plans we’ve been weaving for the past six months and wave them around for everyone to see.
But here we are, essentially three months from when we plan to leave the USA. We’ve told our families, most of our friends. We’ve turned our living room into a war room, mounted a countdown calendar on the wall, we’ve started To-Do lists. We’ve found a new home for our dog.
And it feels good, like we’ve finally shifted into first gear and can move forward. Responses from those we’ve told have ranged from jealousy to doubt. Some people haven’t quite grasped what we’re planning (as evidenced by someone telling Eric’s sister that we were moving to Israel, whoops). I think that those out there who worry, those who want to make the argument for the mainstream, that want us to buy the house and buck for the promotion and stay put, are worried that we will regret this decision. I’ve run the numbers in my head, conjured up a what-if scenario that would result in the outcome that we somehow failed at this “thing” we are attempting. Even in that scenario, some crazy world where we have to move into my parent’s basement and temp as receptionists, I still can’t imagine regretting leaving more than I would regret not.
