About a year ago, Bryan and I sat down to talk about our future. The way we saw it, there were three distinct options: 1. Buy a house in San Francisco; 2. Move back east; or 3. Travel around the world. #1 Proved itself cost-prohibitive, in a way that discouraged serious consideration after a few open-house-filled weekends. Neither of us was ready for #2, still missing our families but loving life on the west coast. So process of elimination left #3, a life-changing experience, and something I think I've known I was going to do for a very long time, if only subconsciously. I mean, why else would we still be hanging on to a super-crappy $99 coffee table purchased at Ames in 1993? And only own one set of sheets? And continue renting though we've been together for 13 years and married for 3?When I first started telling people that Bryan and I were actually taking this trip, I don't think they fully believed we'd go through with it. And the weird thing is, neither did I, in a way. As we went along and started "planning," I felt like we were just making stuff up: Savannah? We could, uh, drive cross-country and leave her with my mom! Where to go first? How about Fiji! Maybe do some volunteer work? Sure! Why not?
But here we are, the morning of February 4, ready to leave Stephanie and Adam and meet Sarah and Jess and Laura for lunch and then take our first of many many flights. It departs from LAX at 7:15 p.m. today, and lands at 2:45 a.m. on February 6 in Nadi. We lose February 5 altogether, crossing the dateline I suppose, which we'll remember for always since it's the day of Super Bowl XL. (We're still trying to figure out if we're missing the game altogether or not.)
So the next time we check in it will be from Fiji, which is pretty damn exciting. Oh and I cut all my hair off and made it (a little too) blond.
Until we blog again! ..........
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