We’re Leavin’ On A Jet Plane…Don’t Know When We’ll Be Back Again

Well, the “Jet Plane” part of that lyric is inaccurate, but the rest is true.

One month from today, Heather, me, the dogs and the camper are heading out. And we don’t know when we’ll be back.

The to-do list is still long, but we have officially given notice at our jobs – the big TO DO and stressor that had been hanging over us for months. It feels very weird to be planning such an immense life change and not share it with our respective work fams.  

I feel like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders (and brain!) to be able to talk openly about our plans!

The idea of traveling full time has been a pipe dream since we first met. The idea of leaving our community and stable careers always prevented us from really believing we could do it. But then in March of this year, my mom was visiting and we started talking about travel. I will never forget it, we were at 5 Walnut downtown having wine.

My mom was like, just do it!

I had always followed the traditional path because it’s what I thought I should do. And doing anything else is harder and scarier.

Realizing I had her support really flipped my mind around. If my amazing, hilarious, intelligent, and grounded mamacita thought it was a good idea – well hell, I’m doing it!

And then, Heather’s mom rented a house. In Hawaii. For a month.   

We HAD to go. For the WHOLE TIME. Because when will this EVER happen again? I’ll answer that for you – never! But how were we going to do that and keep our jobs?!

And so the scheming and dreaming and planning began!  

So, we are leaving. NOT on a jet plane. But in a 1975 camper that still doesn’t have functioning plumbing. But it has adorable copper hardware and adobe-red cushions and desert-sage curtains (more to come on my adventures into the terrifying world of DIY later). And that’s all that matters right?!?!  

More to come on plans, but now you know…

We are officially, almost, soon-to-be travelin’ folk.