I wasn’t quite sure what to expect when we took this job driving around the U.S. I knew that, like all journeys, there’d be amazing days and days when I wanted to quit. I knew it’d be packed full of all of the emotions of any good adventure: awe, frustration, joy, and exhaustion. And it has certainly delivered on all of those fronts.
In the past seven months we’ve driven over 30,000 miles and visited 46 states. Just to put that in perspective, the circumference of the earth is 25,000 miles. We’ve been in the car a lot. We’ve seen a stunning amount of the United States and I’m thankful for that. But I am so tired. My biggest dream in life right now is to have a refrigerator and regular access to electricity.
Our current kitchen. Oh, what’s that? You can’t find the refrigerator?
Our version of electricity.
As the months ticked by we knew we had to make a decision about the future. Would we keep traveling? Would we settle down again? We both agreed that we wanted to keep going but not in the a-new-place-every-week kind of way that we’ve been going for the past seven months.
“I want a refrigerator,” I told Brian.
“Alright,” he said, “One refrigerator somewhere in the world. Coming right up!”
We found a housesit in Canada. It was at an old church that had been converted into a bed and breakfast. It had a fireplace and a library. I asked our Canadian friends about the town in which it was located and they warned me that six months there might make us lose our minds. “It’s not a destination, even for Canadians,” they said. But I persisted. “It could turn out like The Shining,” they warned. Still, the housesit had a refrigerator so we moved forward.
We talked with the homeowners on Skype. Things were looking good. But then we got the message: They’d selected someone else. I sat in the car and cried. I’d really had my heart set on Canada.
We bought a Lonely Planet to Thailand. But something didn’t feel right. I didn’t want to get on a plane and fly halfway around the world. What I wanted was a home base and a quiet place to work. And, since I was making a list, I wanted a beach and WiFi. I wanted that damn refrigerator.
“Well,” Brian said, “there are refrigerators in Mexico.”
So we’ve rented an apartment in Sayulita, Mexico, a small surfing town forty minutes north of Puerto Vallarta. Our apartment has a view of the ocean. We can walk to the beach in five minutes. The place has WiFi and electricity and a refrigerator. There’s a bed and a place to store our clothing. We won’t have a car (thank God) but we can walk into town.
We will spend the winter in Sayulita, five months in all. After that? Well, your guess is as good as mine.
Over time this dream has become a little less about travel and little more about freedom. And so our goal in Mexico is to build a life that allows us the freedom to live as we want long-term: The freedom to travel, the freedom to work from anywhere, and the freedom to make our own rules.
I have so many books I want to write, e-courses I want to build, and more. Brian is working on an e-course that we will launch together. I don’t expect to do it all in five months, but our passions deserve attention and now is the time to give it our all. I’m thinking of our time in Mexico as a little working retreat. It’s a time to build what will (hopefully) not only sustain us but also allow us to thrive. Plus: tacos.
We’ve got one-way tickets to Mexico for end of October and our lease begins the first of November.
Let the adventure continue!!!!