Breaking It Down

It occurred to me while we were talking on the commute home the other day that if we’re going to travel for a while, we don’t need to decide right away where/how we’ll live when we’re done travelling.

But maybe I should back up for a second. Lee and I work for the same company and commute to the office together most days; He drives. In the morning we sit in silence, as it takes me a while to be ready to face the day. On the drive home, we typically take turns exorcising our work day woes. These days, this almost always segues into when-can-we retire talk.

Next bit of important context: I have this romantic notion of travelling as far as geography and international treaty will allow, in some kind of home-on-wheels type vehicle. It’s an idea I’ve been in love with for a long time and it features prominently in our when-we-retire discussions. I’ve never actually spent a night in an RV, but heck, that’s no reason not to get rid of everything, move into one and hit the open road, right?

So, back to the realization… If we can find a safe and inexpensive place to store the stuff we want to keep but don’t necessarily need in our home-on-wheels, we could conceivably use the travel year (year?) to decide where we want to be when we’re done travelling. And being able to defer than decision for a while makes things feel more doable. This thing, this whole thing on what to do with the rest of our lives, it’s not one decision. It’s a boat load of big and small choices that don’t need to be made all at once. Huh.

A Single Step

Every morning that the alarm seems to ring a little too early I think, if only I didn’t have to go to work today. I like the work I do; I’m not a closet something, toiling away at an office job I hate while ignoring my true passion eats away at my soul. I’d just rather not have to work. And I’d bet there’s a lot of us out there, some who would even continue to do some variation of what they’re currently paid for, but would like the option not to have to do it.

And then Lee’s spreadsheet dropped a bomb last week; we might be able to retire from corporate life a lot sooner than we thought.

And it felt like that for a minute, a bomb. Because although we’ve been talking about it (and saving for it), it’s always felt like when people fantasize about winning the lottery or inheriting a fortune from a long-lost relative – a fantasy.

And so what now? Now we need to figure out what we want, for real. I have no idea how we do that, but I think it starts with writing here.