The plan was hatched in August, 2012, when I was on vacation. My partner and I had a lovely week traveling, and then I had a week in the house by myself before I had to go back to work. Except, I couldn’t fathom actually having to GO. BACK. TO. WORK! At first, I thought it was just end-of-vacation doldrums, but then I spent a day just sitting in my backyard and feeling whatever came up. And I realized that I really did need to make a change, and not going back to work was just the start of it. I very much had the sense that if what I was doing was the plan for the next 30 years, I didn’t care if I kept doing it or no. I don’t mean to imply that I was suicidal, but rather that I just didn’t care about the way my life was going. I was BORED!
Inspiration hit like lightening: what do I want to do? What DOES excite me? I had the answer right away: travel!
I kicked all sorts of ideas around in my head of how I could make this happen; everything was a way to work less and live more. I made a long list of possibilities, saving the craziest, and most insane for last: live and work mobilely in an RV. I had a long phone conversation with my Dad and laid out the whole thing to the most practical man in the universe. I went down my list, saving the RV idea for the final idea. I was shocked when he agreed that it was a fine idea, in fact, my best of the whole list! This is the story of how it goes!