What breezy platitudes or clichéd quotes can I lay down to get you to read my tale? Perhaps a mundane anecdote from an earlier trip? Oh, what the hell … I care not as not all who wander are lost, and one must begin that journey with that first blundering step.
Brandy and I were on the bus, or in the hostel or restaurant, or who cares, someplace somewhere at the end of our all too brief trip to Guyana in October 2012. We were doing what Americans always do at the end of our generous ten-day whirlwind trips – figuring out how to get to the airport for the tenth day in a row while trying to get in some relaxation and reminiscing the cool places we hadn’t seen and the whacky folks we couldn’t get to know and the food we didn’t have time to eat because we had to get back to that damn airport to get back to our lovely jobs before all hell broke loose and the place collapsed around the void we’d left. Brandy looked at me and said, “I think I’m ready.”
“Ready for what?”
“The Trip you want to do. Let’s do it, let’s quit our jobs and travel.”
So that was it. We have both wanted to simply travel for some time, but it never seemed quite right. But after so many of these week-long whirlwind trips where we are figuring out how to get to the airport as soon as we arrive, this one just put us over the edge. We couldn’t go on seeing the world in flashes while spending the rest of our time in an office. It’s not to say we had bad jobs, we both had awesome jobs we loved. They were both flexible, doing things we’re good at and all that with much more vacation than the average American. And we had a fantastic and affordable apartment in a neighborhood that’s become grossly expensive in a city we have both come to know and love. But that’s the problem. It’s that comfort that holds you back from doing the things you really want. So we needed break free before we calcified.
May 2, 2014. That was the day, my last day at work. Through some bureaucratic tape, I earn my vacation over the year and gain it on May 1, so I needed to stay until May 2 or I would lose all four weeks!
So that’s that. We left our lovely home and all the wonderful friends we’d made there to crawl around the world on two wheels. Well, actually it’s four wheels total, but you get the idea.
The vague plan is to keep rolling south from our northernmost point in British Columbia on and on to … South America and/or beyond. Of course, this is a very rough outline and will go as our whims, health, money and attention go. We may not bike it all, or we may find someplace we both love so much and settle again immediately. Or we’ll never stop. Who knows? Regardless, I do intend to find a more mobile way of making a living so that I no longer have to show up at an office every day, and either way, we’ll do something and then die, just like you. We just hope to make that something as interesting as possible.