About an hour ago, we were in the throes of discussion - where on earth should we live? Well, where in the United States should we live? This is not a new topic for us. We have gone back and forth, thousands of minutes spent talking about needs, desires, life goals, wellness, community, proximity to an airport even. Do we drive to town after town to find the perfect home or do we just pick something that meets our needs for a little while, knowing that our life may look completely different in a year?
This trip is about risk; believing again that we were right in the assumption that we should go back to living amongst nature and with the people that thrive in living there too. Trusting that we will be healthier and living more honestly by listening to our hearts and not to our heads is turning out to be more challenging than I imagined. My head calculates time, cost and energy much differently than my heart does. The time spent in traffic in the city versus the time spent on a small highway to travel the distance between me and the airport, for instance. How would I prefer to spend my time in the car? If the amount of time is similar, I’ll take winding highways and trees if I can.
There is no real answer. There is only risk and hope. As a couple, we aren’t strangers to risk but we also aren’t strangers to fear. How do we keep hoping when there are real things to be afraid of? I think one way is to be as honest as possible. Does this thing freak me out? Yes, yes it scares the hell out of me. But, hope springs from why I believe it is the right thing; why we believe we should take the risk. Here is an honest conversation we are having right now:
One Year On The Road
No, really. One year. Maybe less if something amazing happens and we find ourselves loving some place and the most perfect living situation can’t be missed and magical creatures point the way. But until we find "home", we will be on the road seeking adventure and telling stories via words and pictures. Because there is hope in the search.