“The purpose, after all, is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.” – Eleanor Roosevelt
When Luke turned four, we decided to test the waters and take him along. He embraced overnight flights and new cultures with the same positive gusto that he undertakes most things. Mitch and I began dreaming of the next opportunity to live abroad and continue expanding our horizons and Luke’s.
In November 2014, Mitch and I were in Chile celebrating our fortieth birthdays (Luke was disappointed not to have been invited). We met a young woman from Hong Kong staying at our small hotel and over dinner, she shared with us that she was traveling around the world. Alone. For a year. I was so intrigued and proceeded to pepper her with questions the rest of the evening. What had she learned? Was she ever scared? Had she packed too much? Had it been a positive experience? Resounding “yeses” and beautiful, colorful stories abounded. I was hooked, and so was Mitch. It was like a flip had switched, and I couldn’t turn it back off.
It’s worth mentioning that Mitch is the more logical, budget-minded leader of our home, and I keep us moving by planning vacations and dreams. However, he is a huge advocate of setting goals for our marriage and our family and pushing us beyond our comforts and limits, even in the most everyday tasks. When we left our dinner with Selma in Chile, we immediately started brainstorming ways that we, too, could travel around the world. So, the adventure began.