After what seemed like nearly two weeks of preparing to move, then actually moving and putting all our stuff into storage, we are finally on the road. First stop London, then Cornwall on England's south coast, but more on that soon.
I want to talk about choosing to travel and why for me it is so important, and why I continue to choose this over some other of life's creature comforts. A single parent traveling abroad indefinitely with her 10-year-old son – this is not exactly a conventional choice, I realize. Let’s get one thing straight: I’m not rich. I have no trust fund. I didn’t sell a business or launch an IPO recently.
I don’t own my own home and I drive a 14-year-old car. I am not completely debt-free but I am working on it. I just don’t choose to post-pone living my life until the illusive ‘just right’ moment arrives.
I have been inspired by many other’s writings (on the Internet and off) about making bold choices in trying to live life on your own terms and traveling (Chris Guillebeau, Tim Ferriss, Leo Babauta, Rolf Potts, Tripping Mom, to name a few). Of course, the dark scary voice inside me worries that I will fail to accomplish what I set out to do: to have my son and I learn languages as we travel (me to brush up on what I already know), to make enough money to support us as we go, to challenge ourselves, to make new friends, and to eventually put down stakes some place new.
But maybe it’s time to redefine failure and to think like Winston Churchill who’s definition of success was “the ability to go from one failure to the next with no loss of enthusiasm.” And to have faith that it is in the execution of the adventure, to whatever degree, that no doubt both challenges and awards will lie.
actor-writer-director, improviser, mother, traveler, general renegade and rabblerouser.