The Last Month of Sanity

Hi!
Well after a few weeks of pulling my hair out trying to figure out coding I have finally gotten a working blog up!! It will still be going through some changes over the next few weeks but it’ll do for now!

The reason for this blog is pretty simple, John and I are headed out on a “jaunt”. We are quitting our jobs, packing our bags, and leaving. For where? We haven’t gotten that far yet!! But we do know when we are starting.

In April, after selling off our few material goods people might actually pay for, we are piling into John’s trusty old F-15 ford pick-up and driving to the Gulf Coast. We will stop in Alabama for a few weeks to hang out with his family and then hitch a ride over to New Orleans. Our favorite city in America! We will, hopefully, be staying with John’s college roommate for a few days and meet up with some long lost friends for another farewell get together. John is from the south and I went to college in southern Mississippi so this area is pretty familiar stomping grounds. We had left the south a year and a half ago when I graduated and landed a job in Lincoln, Nebraska. He followed soon afterward and we tried our hands in living the “American Dream” in a house on adorable Apple Street! With a big yard, cool older houses, big trees, mothers walking babies and puppies, the only thing missing for us to blend right in was 2.5 kids! However, that really wasn’t us. We realized this fact after being there only a few months we began dreaming up fantastical schemes for adventure and sure poverty. With a good job and a secure lifestyle that we were building it would have seemed insane to the people around us that every other week we were hatching grand plans of escapade! Luckily we kept most of the out-there plans to ourselves. I come from a sailing family and thus I tend to be a little superstitious about voicing any plans too early…never know when the winds will change.

After a year of working and saving our money and paying off school loans we knew that we were close. But we still wasn’t sure of what. Having heard some of our plans and ambitions, my parents offered us to come join them aboard their 36ft steel sailboat in the Caribbean. While they were cautiously telling me about their offer on the phone I turned to John and asked “you wanna go sailing?” We looked at each other for about 0.25sec before I replied into the phone, “we’re on our way.”