We spent the rest of last Fall talking about what was quickly dubbed The Adventure. We weighed all the options, pausing occasionally to decide if we were just plain nuts.
The lure of possibility, though, was irresistible.
There are two reasons why we can do this – we homeschool our children, and my husband is very fortunate to work from home. All he needs is a high-speed internet connection and we can still get a paycheck. The paycheck is obviously a key component to…well, our whole life, really. The only thing standing in the way is our house.
There is no way we can afford to do any amount of travelling and still hold on to our house. Even the thought of a typical two-week vacation to Disney is out of reach. My husband makes a nice living, but we are a one income family and there’s certainly not enough extra to finance a year-long trip around the United States and pay the mortgage. My Amazon habit is a money hole as it is.
Of course, daydreaming about knitting on the beach whilst my kids dig in the sand and conjugate Latin is one thing. Getting ready to embark on this journey is quite another.
After Christmas, we realized that if we wanted to put the house on the market in the spring (in the worst real estate market in decades – yay), we needed to get to work.
We sold our second car, sorted through our junk, had a gigantic garage sale, and rented a storage unit for the stuff we were keeping. I opted out of catalogs, let my magazine subscriptions lapse, and got as close as I could to one hundred percent online banking. We purchased identity-theft protection, paid off our credit cards, and tried to figure out what to do with our mail.
And then we sorted through even more stuff, sold it on Craig’s List, and tried to calculate how many Legos we could bring. We got stressed out, grouched too much at the kids, and bickered about whether or not to sell the sofa.
We painted the bathroom, fixed a doorknob that had been broken for 5 years, and called a realtor. We tormented the kids about keeping their toys picked up, argued about whose turn it was to clean the kitchen, and parked down the street to spy on any house-hunters who toured our home.
I planned the school year around the idea that we’ll actually be living a geography study and bought several field guides to help facilitate a nature study. I printed all my favorite recipes to create a traveling recipe binder and packed up all my cookbooks. I sorted through my yarn, decided which projects I wanted to take, and packed up the majority of my giant yarn stash in huge zipper bags.
And then my yarn got lonely and I brought it back home.
Minor setback. Luckily, I’ve taught myself to crochet and crocheting uses, like, THREE times the amount of yarn that knitting uses. So far I can only make tiny creatures that look like Pac-Man ghosts.
But they are cute.