So, yeah. I started a little blog. A couple of friends, sharing stories about travel, before my big trip abroad. I wrote a post called, 8 Things I Wish I Knew When I Was 22. Then someone called their friends (social networking sites) and they told their friends, and before I knew it, my little spot on the internet went from a dinner party to a house party. The more the merrier.
I fixed up the place, added some new features and everyone was having a grand old time. People were talking about their travel plans, we shared stories and had some laughs. It was a great party.
On June 3rd, someone decided to tell everyone about our little get together (a certain news aggregator’s front page) and a football stadium of new revelers descended.
So… Hello! Um, sorry about the mess, we weren’t expecting so much company! I’m a little embarrassed, because I haven’t even left for my trip yet. But please, do come inside, and if the very idea of quitting your job in order to travel makes you furious, you might be at the wrong address. Just sayin’.
My Story to Date
If you’re new to the site, welcome. I feel the need to explain that I’m neither an expert nor suggesting my way is the only way. I reached a point in my life where I realized that the traditional route wasn’t working for me. I had gone to college, moved up through the ranks in a large company, bought a house and filled it with all the possessions you’d normally expect. By all external measures, I had what everyone hopes to get: stable job, financial security, ample possessions, a home, a path to retirement.
I don’t know if turning 30 did it to me, but like so many others that have come before me, I had a personal revelation. This might sound contrite, but it’s what I experienced. I could see my future. In 35-40 years I would retire. In the interim, I would continue to work this job, make money and spend money. There had to be something more.
After much consideration, I decided I should at least attempt to do something so purely irrational, so decidedly selfish, that even if it didn’t work out, I would at least know that I tried. I think and believe it will work out, and this entire site is built under that presumption. I would quit my stable and handsomely paid job, and relocate my husband, myself and our two dogs overseas. We would travel from country to country as we pleased, living 3-6 months in each place. He would work remotely for a US company. I would work as a freelance writer and photographer. We would take the nest egg for our future home as insurance against financial mishaps. We would change the way we consumed, living well beneath our means, owning minimal possessions and sparing every expense.
I didn’t invent the “quit your job, travel the world” concept. I am humbly joining the ranks of folks who have been doing this for years, never looking back. I hope that this site is some help for those people considering a similar path, whether you’re 22, 32 or 72.
Now that you’re here
So if you haven’t already checked out the site here are some of the milestone posts along my journey:
On June 28th, my husband and I will board our flight to Madrid with our two dogs and all of our worldly possessions. I hope you’ll join us as we fumble our way through our living abroad adventure.
What do you think?
Are there things you’d like me to write about? Want to give me feedback on this blog? You can always leave a comment or if you’d like, you can contact me directly email me at Christine.Gilbert@gmail.com (my email is also on the bottom of every page).