Where to start?
It started well beyond when Gregg and I met, but you could say it planted on Valentine’s Day, 2011. Gregg sat across from me and said “I have this idea, but I’m not sure if now’s the time to bring it up. How about we retire early and travel around the world for a year?” In the first second, I thought he meant, like, at 50 years old, when theoretically we might have just kicked our first kid to the curb outside the college of his or her choice.
When it hit me that...wait...he meant in a couple years, my ears perked up more.
“I’m in. I’m all in.”
Three years, a wedding, a couple international trips, thousands of miles driving to Utah, Bishop, Yosemite, Tahoe, and Santa Barbara later, it’s time. We’re hitting the road!
Well, at least the tarmac. :)
As these last couple months fly by, as I try to juggle getting strong for the rock climbing ahead, the mountains to climb, making sure my job doesn't explode the second I leave, packing, and saying goodbye (not to mention 4 weddings, when did we get old enough to have so many married friends?!), I can’t believe my amazing fortune to travel the world with my best friend. I can’t imagine leaving, but I know that I have to drop everything to take this chance for an amazing adventure.
So here it is! We've bought our first batch of flights, we're waiting in line for Chinese visas, I've actually dragged Gregg on a couple training runs (shocking), and we have less than 2 months until we fly off to Japan to start this journey. I'm not sure the plans when we get back. Part of me wants to set up a ton of options, part of me wants to wait until we return to see what I have planned. But all of me is full of this nervous energy. We're pulling a latitude to the nth degree.
