It’s been 398 days since I wrote this in my journal:
Today is July 14th, 2016. A year from now I will quit my job and start doing something more meaningful. This is my goal. This is my dream. This is how I make it happen.
It was an elusive seed that had been fluttering above my head for the previous 3 years – finally falling to the ground where I proceeded to force it into the dirt with all my might. It was the beginning of a journey to the center of myself, where I hoped to find the courage and gumption to make some serious and uncertain changes in my life.
Shortly after, Iza and I began planning our great adventure. Now – more than a year later – we stand on the doorstep of new opportunity and limitless possibility with nothing left to do but kick down the door and burst through. And as we see new places and meet new people and pour ourselves into a life on the road, we hope to get more out of it than a few nice pictures and one or two severe sunburns. These are the things we hold most dear to our travels, and the reasons we decided to say “fuck it, let’s go.”
- To travel is to gain perspective. Our world view has grown narrow, and by removing ourselves from this comforting shell we hope to see things from a different angle.
- There’s nothing quite like a road trip.
- We gravitate towards documenting our lives through words and images. The more interesting our lives might get, the more engaging and relatable our documentation becomes.
- Food tastes better outside.
- Sex in a tent? Sex in a tent.
- Our dearest friends are scattered across the globe. We miss them and want to see more of them.
- We still don’t know what we want to do when we grow up. And we hope that never changes.
- The only time that matters is the time on the clock.
Our day to day now teeters on a knife’s edge, standing tall between the grounded reality of adult responsibility and the ephemeral fantasy of unhinged childhood imagination. We stare blankly down the open road, expecting only the unexpected, and beholden to the notion that anything goes. And when we’re knee deep in the surf wondering what’s next, our thoughts will drift with the tide into the deep, endless, unexplored nothingness of the ocean blue.
But today we wait for tomorrow. I think back to what I wrote down over a year ago and can’t help but feel a sense of pride that I followed up on a dream with action – probably for the first time in my life. That feels good. What feels better is the fact that I was able to do it with someone who never stopped supporting my outlandish plans to cast aside security and prosperity for a different kind of fulfillment. Iza, I could not have done any of this without you.
When we wake up tomorrow, drop the clutch and change lanes into the next phase of our lives, that dream will be a reality, and anything we see and do and anyone we meet will be part a new story and a new dream.
Cheers, my friends, and we’ll see you again on the open road.