Canada

Yesterday we had the opportunity to walk the walk and talk the talk.  Except in our case it was drive the drive and head over the bridge into Canada.  Let me explain.  It began, as most of my crazy ideas do - over a pot of chewable french press coffee and a meeting of the minds with Troy.  We were discussing the next step.  You see,  we have had many plans laid out before us to follow as we move towards September but have purposely limited many.  There are so many things to consider when you are trying to change everything about everything and they can easily become quite overwhelming.  If there is too much on my plate, my brain goes fuzzy and I just want to crawl back into bed.  Seeing as it will be very soon that I no longer own a bed - I have to be careful about how many tasks I give myself at one time.  Some time ago we sat together and came up with a list of everything we need to take care of before we leave Traverse City.  We attempted to put them in order and we periodically have to rearrange a few.  The big ones that everyone asks us about,  have been the house, the cars, the camper van, the schools and our jobs.  When people first began questioning us about these things, it would cause me to panic.  I don’t know! - I would scream that in my head a little bit.  I apologize if my inside head scream was directed at you.  All I could do was focus on one thing at a time.  First it was telling everyone about our plans.  It may not come as much of a surprise  when I relay that not everyone is as excited about this nomadic journey as we are.  It wasn’t too bad though - there was no blood.  Next came putting the house up.  This was a big one of course and it was a lot of work.  We are really fortunate because our house is lovely, we invested over 30K in improvements (I added them all up today!) and it is in a really nice neighborhood.  Everyone takes care of their homes here and the previous owners really took pride in the gardens that frame our yard and little yellow house.  Beyond spending loads of money on improving the house  - we also managed not to screw anything up in the year we owned it.  The only thing we needed to do was prepare the house for showing and the rest should speak for itself.  And show we did.  This made for many hours of cleaning and primping as I am somewhat of a perfectionist and want everyone to see it at its very best.  All was worth it in the end however as it took a mere 4 weeks to get an agreeable offer. Everything is moving along well and I have no doubt we will manage to close as planned in May.  After a day or two of doubt, I put my big girl panties on and got back into ‘let’s do this!’ mode.  I am thrilled to have sold the house and cross that task off my list.  Of course this now means that I  have to face other tasks and this time there is a bit more of a time crunch.  The stuff has to go.  We have given a lot away.  A lot.  I would venture to say that at one point a few months ago, we had at least double the possessions that we have now.  We still have so much.  We are each taking about three items with us in the van and are storing a tote each at my Mom’s. That leaves a lot of items left over to find new homes for.  A sale is a must  and we are looking forward to holding it over Mother’s Day weekend  (if you want to come you can find all of the details on our Facebook page).  The next obvious thing we needed to think about was finding a place to stay for the summer.  The original plan was to get the van and live in it over the summer.  We had absolutely no expectation of selling our house as quickly as we did and we were not yet at the van buying check point.   We needed another option so my brain would not explode.  We were asking for a lot.  The place needed to be small and not cost much - we would like to stock up some cash over the summer months.  We were thinking of a studio apartment if possible.  We won’t be there much due to summer being on it’s way.  The hard part is finding a place that will allow us to only rent for 4 months during peak season for no additional funds and keep our giant dog, Rocco. It would also be nice to not have to put down a deposit to boot. Thankyouverymuch.  A friend that Troy works with stepped up and offered us a room for rent in his house. We took him up on his very generous offer and that detail is one I no longer need to think of.  Now I cannot put it off any longer... we need to start looking for a van.  

We have done a lot of research on what type of vehicle we want to do our cross country voyage in.  There are so many options available.  Class A, B, or C?  Pull behind or an RV?  We have thought about all of the pros and cons of each and simultaneously tried to avoid all advice from probably well meaning people. We came up with the following criteria that were complete must haves for our family:

• Small enough that we can easily maneuver in any city setting and park in a normal parking space.
• Sleeps 4
• Has an onboard toilet.
• Has cooking capabilities.
• Has a generator so we can take advantage of boon-docking.
• Is one unit that can be used for both traveling and sleeping without needing to connect/disconnect.
• Is reasonable on gas.
• Is more comfortable than a car.

After looking at many different models and types of RV’s we came across a clear winner  - a Roadtrek Simplicity 190.  It is perfect for our needs and desires.  The problem is that they are really hard to come by.  We have done many searches across the states and haven’t had much luck.  Roadtreks are produced in Canada and are most popular with the retirement community.  Many of the models only sleep 2 and these are the most commonly found in the US.  This is unfortunate because the Simplicity’s are awesome.  I did not know they even existed prior to needing one.  Even if I was not embarking on this great adventure I would want one.  I do not need to think about that however because I am about to take this leap and I do want one.

So we are having coffee and talking as we do... and it hits me - let’s just go to Canada.  Troy happened to have 2.5 days off work and I didn’t really have much going on.  We are always talking about being spontaneous and doing whatever we feel like just because we can.  Here was a great opportunity.  It took about 2.5 seconds to talk ourselves into it.  Within 10 minutes we were booking hotel rooms and packing the few things we would need.  Then we were off - boarder bound.

A great space.

I am in a great space today.  I am seeing clearly what exactly it is I want and the obvious path I must take to get there.  And lucky for me, it is the path I am already on.  Today is the day after the inspection of our home.  I have no idea how it went, but I am going to presume all went well seeing as we too just had it inspected a year ago when we bought it.  Our original plan was to lay in wait of the closing date and pay the new owners rent for a couple weeks after the signing before selling off all of our worldly possessions in case something were to fall through - but you know what?  I do not think anything is going to fall through.  This house is amazing and the new owners are getting an amazing deal.  We are making out just fine ourselves as we are able to shed this huge responsibility that has been holding us where we stand.  To me, that freedom is priceless.  We may be losing a few thousand dollars from our bank account but the gains we will be making elsewhere cannot be measured.


I have been doing a lot of reading and writing the past few days in an attempt to wrap my brain around the enormous step we are about to take.  Four months ago when Troy and I made the decision to take our dreams out of the clouds and plant them firmly on the ground, it was easy to produce excitement.  Everything was new and crazy.  The thought of freedom from all of the labels and standards we have put on ourselves was absolutely exhilarating.  The mere idea of giving everything up and heading for adventure would keep me up each night due to the unending cycles of giggles and pure glee my inner being would release.  It was magical and I was walking on air each day.  Unfortunately I did happen to float back down a bit when real life interrupted my happy fantasy of the future.  I lost a loved one,  many plans had to be altered do to obligations, house showings, jobs, unenthusiastic reactions to our overly optimistic view of our life... You know, normal stuff.  We have continued on - motivated mostly by our past enthusiasm and inner assurance that all this boring day to day stuff will soon be worth it.


This morning it occurred to me that I am now in my future.  I understand this is obvious, but it struck me as kind of a big deal.  I was standing in my dining room dividing up my belongings into three piles - saved mementos to store in Mom's attic (we each have one bin), trash and sell - it was here that I felt a rush of knowing that I am EXACTLY where I am supposed to be.  Just months ago I was dreaming of this day and of all of my future days to come.  This is one of those moments where I made a big dent in the letting go.  I have been fighting this reality since the phone call telling me about the offer on the house.  Hostility and resentment have plagued my thoughts.  I was angry at the people who want my house and my things.  Upset by both realtors and the loss of money we will have to endure.  Mad at myself for buying the house in the first place and then selling it so stupid quick.  Tossing and turning at night and sobbing intermittently throughout the days.  Each day has been easier, but today I finally got it.  I asked for this.  This exact thing. And I got it.  This blows my mind.  As soon as the thought occurred, I realized that of course this is what I want.  I have spent years dreaming of a day in which I could spend every waking hour with my boy and our amazing babes in a fashion of freedom and adventure.  And here is that exact opportunity.  It has not been the house, the jobs, the school nor any other responsibility that has been standing in my way from making this happen before now - it has been me.  Similarly it is not the the new owners or the realtors who have been plaguing me with anxiety this week.  It is my own doubts and fears that are preventing my joy at this situation.  A self sabotaging jerk named Erin.


I want this and I am not going to be quiet about this desire or feel bad about wanting something different than what others want.  Everyone has their own path to follow and apparently ours has not been well tread.  That is okay.  I am fine with that.  It may scare some but I cannot help that. We can lead the way and maybe one day others too will choose something different than the obvious choice.  In addition to my choice of direction, I also choose to move forward without fear.  I want to live a life of excitement and fear has no place here to dwell.  I honestly believe that we make a choice in each thought we think and each feeling we allow to enter our being.  Fear is no longer welcome here.  I am moving on.  Out of this house and out of that state of mind.


There is one part of this journey that we are about to embark on that I have not yet mentioned to many people.  Not because I have not wanted to but because it has been a very hush hush process.  It is at the core of our motivation for leaving Traverse City and going on this tour.  It is true that Troy and I have always wanted an unconventional life and one that involves great amounts of travel and time with our babies.  It has been in our dreams and discussions for over a decade.  Never did it seem doable however.  Never was there a great enough reason to give us cause to destroy everything we now have in exchange for the trip.  Fortunate are we that this past December we were given the inspiration for an idea that fueled our passion to create and a good enough reason to roam.  The idea was so big and so real in our mind that we knew if it was not followed through with we could never forgive ourselves for our lack of trying.  We decided to risk everything that is our now in hopes that our idea will bring about a different future for ourselves and our family.  In a few weeks time our new website will be ready to go live.  We have been spending the last few months planning for its release and all the interesting changes that will bring about for us.  We continue to plan and search for the best possible ways to introduce our ideas to creative people everywhere.  Imaginative people.  People with dreams bigger than their reality.  People like us.  I enjoy thinking about all of the lovely folk out there that we may be fortunate enough impact in a small way.  I think we can be helpful.  Actually I know we can.  If you know something of use, I feel that there is an obligation to to share it with those who are seeking.


I look forward to this evening of rest.  No more tossing and no more turning.  I have the feeling that the insane giggles may find a way of return to my mind.  There are big things out there waiting for us.  Sights that my eyes have never seen.  People I have been meaning to meet.   I feel so lucky - so blessed.

The house sold.

We sold our house.  It took exactly four weeks and five showings.  We are meant to take this trip.  I feel it - I know it.  I am grateful it happened this quickly and with such an obvious message of propelling us forward.  The longer things are dragged out, the longer you have to contemplate what exactly it is that you are doing... and just exactly how insane it is.


When we got the offer I sat on the floor of my bedroom and cried.  Not tears of excitement but the heavy, heaving, cannot quite breathe variety.  I ran my fingers over the plush chocolate carpeting that we only just installed last May and mourned its loss.  There is a misconception of sorts that has come with our plans - that we are above our material possessions or that we are too unintelligent to understand what is exactly that we are giving up.  That could not be further from the truth.  I know exactly what it is that I am giving up  and I am filled with sorrow over it.  I must move forward with it nonetheless for what I see on the horizon trumps the feelings I am allowing myself now.


I have been with Troy for 11 years.  From the very first night I knew we would be married and grow into a family.  I began to paint the picture of what my life would be like.  I envisioned what type of people we would become and what our children would be like.  We began to build on that foundation of thoughts and day by day my dreams grew into a reality.  It has been much messier and dragged out than pictured, but each struggle and triumph brought us closer to goal.  And here we are.  If I had the motivation to bore you with all of the details of my current life and how closely it resembles the dreams of my past 21 year old bride self - perhaps I could convince you that intention creates reality.  Perhaps.  I am not going to try however.   I will tell you that I love my house.  There is not a detail I would change.  I love my neighborhood.  I love the city in which I live.  I love my job - as does Troy.  I love the school my children attend.  I love everything about everything that is here, that is now.  So why are we leaving?  The simplest of answers that I can come up with is that I question how long can I continue to be happy in this current position in life?  Once the dream is accomplished, is it not natural to acquire a new one?  To evolve further?  I argue yes.


For this moment, life is perfect.  However I do not believe a person is meant to be still.  We are living beings and like all living beings on earth we have one true purpose that never waivers - to grow.  Try to stop a blade of grass from reaching for the sun and you will be disappointed in your efforts.  Cover it with concrete and over time you will discover cracks within its surface.  Drown it in life diminishing chemicals and although snuffed out it may seem - time will work for the blade and not only will the grass reappear but the soil will repair and come to its aid.  Growth may be stunted but not stopped.  And why do we fight it so hard?  Why do we bury those feelings and desires and even lie about having them in the first place?  I have had discussions with enough people since we first made our announcement to understand that we are not alone in our desires.  We do seem to be one of the few to take action and peruse it.


This action is not easy.  My feelings have been all over the place from the moment we put our desires out there.  We question everything of course.  How could we not?  Talking to those who oppose our plans is not only difficult but in the case of some family - heartbreaking.  Not only for us, but for them as well.  It is  hard to exclaim that this is not good enough.  That this life is not what we want.  That we want more.  Especially when it appears that we are throwing everything away to essentially become homeless.  It goes against everything we are taught.  It is scary.  If I allow myself to live in this place of thought for too long, my chest becomes tight and my brain swirls with confusion.  I get overwhelmed and panic.  I look at all of the belongings I have spent more than a decade acquiring and I doubt.  I see the markings on the door jam that place Marnie and Ethan's growth over the years and I yearn.  But in this place I must force myself out - for these things are not real.  The previously desired furnishings have done their job in completing my dream of the perfect home.  It has been acquired and now they only hold things or provide a place to rest my dumpa.  The markings by the door will not stop my babies from becoming adults.  They merely represent a second in time that has long ago past.  Never can we revisit.  There is no point in the aguish felt by it's loss.  And on the long days when Troy leaves for work in the morning and the school demands my children's attendance - leaving me with a mere three hours in the evening to spend with them.  Three hours that is still not mine as the have homework or activities and dinner must be rushed through and bedtimes observed.  In these moments I glimpse the future I want to focus my intention on. I have to let go of this house and this way of living.  I want to live a real life with my family.


And we will.  We will make ourselves follow through as difficult as it may be for us to do.  We will take each of the pictures off our walls.  We will sell or give away every item that occupies this house that we call home.  We will step out into the sunlight and shake off all of the labels that we now hide behind.  We will no longer be homeowners, restaurant managers, stay-at-home moms, students, hair stylists.  We will solely be Troy, Erin, Marnie and Ethan.  Is that not the scary part?  Exposing yourself as exactly who you are and what you are made of?  If you fall on your face there is no one else to blame.  If success is achieved... well that is an entirely different blog for a different day.   For now, the focus is to move past the loss and give up the grieving.  To remember that today is the journey and we are already moving along our new path.  A path to a future that has no end in sight, but one that can be continuously added to and improved as growth is achieved.  We will not allow anything or anyone to halt our forward progress - least of all ourselves. But today... today I am a little sad.

Illusions

My house is officially for sale.  The sign has been out for three days, but it is official today - because today is the day I signed my name on the dotted line.


I have heard that the most stressful times in life are getting married / divorced, having a baby and buying / selling a house.  I have done four out of the five (no divorce) and I suppose the actual experience flows with the statement.  Truth be told, marriage has never brought me any stress.  Troy is to me what the Grand Traverse Bays are to Lake Michigan - calm, beautiful and warm.  A place of rest and respite from the outside chaos.  Having babies has definitely brought on some stresses.  C-sections with both and a two week stint in the NICU for Ethan due to his arrival being six weeks early has left scars on both my stomach and my heart.  Such bountiful moments of joy followed each however that it is difficult to look back and even feel an ounce of that fear that plagued me.  The same cannot be said for selling a house.  We have sold two homes in the past seven years and as I prepare for the third I can honestly say there is not one memory of the process that I look back on and think 'Gee, that was fun'.  Nope.  We bought them, spent a lot of money on them and then sold them to move on to bigger, better opportunities. We have never made out in such a transaction.  We have never made any money or even broke even.  That is ridiculous of course.  And here we are, poised to do it again.  We bought the house we now reside in just a year ago January and here we are with a realtor (the same that sold it to us in the first place) and our first showing is this Friday.  It appears we may be crazy.  Or perhaps, for the first time we have decided for ourselves what is real and what is an illusion.


The first home that we owned was a bona-fied  doublewide.  It came along with the trailer park and all.  Classy though - you know, the streets all had nature names and ended with Lane...  Growing up in a middle class home, it never crossed my mind that I may one day live in a trailer.  It was not a place that I was taught to strive for - quite the opposite in fact.  My circumstances however were that of a displaced people.  My husband and I had been married for a bit more than a year and I had just given birth to our daughter.  We were residing in the panhandle of Florida at the time (a story for another day) and just trying to get by.  I had been let go from my job for being pregnant (I know!) and had quit selling plasma (I know!) when I found out I was pregnant, so Troy was supporting us solely by waiting tables at the local Red Lobster.  We lived in a tiny apartment with cockroaches and dreamed of being... well, pretty much anywhere else but there.  While a bit on the dramatic side, we did indeed get our wish.  Hurricane Ivan swept through the state and destroyed our town.  We were outrageously lucky and did not lose a single item to that massive storm.  I have a crazy picture that shows the courtyard behind our complex where all of the large palm trees have fallen and made waves of destruction.  Roofs and walls crumbled in - and our quad stands alone, unscathed.  While in theory, I understood the concept of hurricanes, I had been explained to about them prior to moving South like this:  'Oh! They're great.  You get off work and hang with your friends in the dark drinking beers and have a hurricane party! Wooo!'  In actuality it is nothing of the sort.  They are excruciatingly terrifying.  If a big one is predicted you have to grab your most valuable possessions, get in your car and head North.  Or if you have no money nor place to go, you can try to find a place to bunker down in a local shelter.  I feel blessed to say I do not have a story about that.  I do not recall this far into the future just how we got the money to leave, but thank goodness we did.  We called on the kindness of Troy's brother and sister-in-law in Nashville who took us in.  We overstayed our welcome by many days due to roads being closed and power being nothing but a hope for sometime in the future.  Two weeks passed before we could get back and attempt to resume living.  Driving into Pensacola however made that dream a bleak one at best.  So much was gone and what was still standing was not much to look at.  I dreamed back to my childhood days of romping on the beaches of West Bay and cried tears of sorrow for my little girl.  What had we done?  Why were we living in this place? The itch was strong.  I had felt it many times while living in this land of gators but now it was overwhelming.  Not long after our return to the coast, my Grandfather called with an offer to buy his doublewide in Kalamazoo on land contract.  No words have ever sounded as sweet - doublewide.  We jumped at the opportunity and happily returned to Michigan.  We were the proud new owners of the trailer on Mandrake Lane - you know, the one with the extra wide slab and detached storage shed.


We lived happily in K-zoo for a bit until Troy began to move up the Red Lobster ladder.  He had been fortunate enough to be able to transfer from the one in Florida to the location nearest to Kalamazoo.  A super server was he - and soon they had him pegged for management.  The company likes to promote from within, so Troy worked hard and within a year or so they found a place for him. A company with oh-so-many policies, they would not allow him to remain at the location he currently worked - which meant a move... to Indiana.  First however we had to put the trailer up for sale.  The park was apparently a company with a lot of rules as well.  One of those rules being that when selling you could not use a realtor  or easily sell it yourself.  For your convenience however, they did have a broker who would show your home and take care of all the necessary paperwork.  For 10% of course.  Mobile homes decrease in value and we still owed the full amount to my grandfather.  We signed the dotted line though because for more than three months, Troy was driving back and forth to work from Kalamazoo to Michigan City, Indiana. It was 93 miles each way and involved a time change.  My Gradfather was an amazing man and allowed us to defer payment until the house sold.  This allowed us to move into a rental in Indiana and leave the trailer in pristine condition.  I mean it.  It really was a pretty nice trailer.  And our family was able to reconnect.  Just in time too - Ethan had just arrived.


We rented for a bit but the itch soon came on.  We wanted a home of our own.  This time we were determined it would be of the stick built variety and not moveable by wide load transport. Troy's father had passed and he inherited a bit of money.  A home is a great investment we'd heard.  Investing is what adults do and that's what we are after all...  We searched the towns that surround Michigan City hoping to find one with downtown charm similar to Traverse City.  I loved growing up in Slabtown and yearned for  some of the same for my children.  I often dreamt of the days gone by where the neighbor children, my brother and I would weave the streets of the neighborhood - darting between the houses while playing hide-and-go-seek.  We played touch football in the street after dinner until the sun would settle into darkness.  It was glorious and I could see the same for Marnie and Ethan in my mind's eye.  Yes, it had to be - so that is what we searched for  - and that is exactly what we found.  When our realtor showed us the house that would soon be ours, I almost cried.  It was beautiful.  Built in 1928 and boasting five bedrooms.  Plenty of room if we decided to expand our family.  Original wood floors upstairs and many lovely rooms that I first decorated in my mind.  I would remove the wall paper and rip up the carpet that blanketed the first floor.  It was December, so in the spring I would make gardens out front and plant flowers along with my veggies.  The house was so large that the lot almost did not exist.  That was doable though because the house was so large!  Never mind that there was no garage.  What a small price to pay. There was a one way street which meant half as much traffic.  No mind that your car had to be moved every other night for street cleaning or you would be issued a ticket.  Did I mention it was large?


Spring came and the snow thawed.  Our house stood - the beauty I knew it to be.  But then we took a look around and found ourselves in the middle of renter's hell.  Almost every neighbor was a renter to the same slumlord. They didn't care about anything.  He didn't care about anything.  Peeling paint, cracked cement and busted out windows surrounded us.  The pure white powder and twinkling holiday lights somehow masked the decaying homes that were now our neighbors. The behavior of the tenants matched tit for tat as well.  Spray paint tags would appear over night and once someone dumped and entire gallon of white paint on the kid's cedar swing set.  It was a very special place indeed.  I would not allow my kids to walk down the street let alone run off to play group games. Forget football. We had so much invested at this point with the 20% we had put down that we did not consider giving up and moving on.  No, we did something even more logical - we invested another $30K into it.  We began with cosmetic improvements.  In retrospect that was a mistake.  Not as big as buying the home in the first place, but I digress.  Under the layers and layers of wall paper was more wall paper.  But under that was crumbling plaster.  Plaster may in fact be in cahoots with the devil.  Every wall needed to be fixed and since we were doing the work ourselves - still looked terrible.  There were no pretty original wood floors hiding under the carpet.  There was only rotted pine planks that could not be salvaged.  My list of woes regarding the LaPorte house continues for way too long but let it be known that I soon came to hate that house.  Every ding, every crack - I knew it intimately and I hated it.  I began to dream of my escape.  This is where France made it's debut.  We dreamed of chucking the house and all our worldly possessions and heading for the EU.  We looked into what types of jobs we may qualify for in order to obtain residency.  We bought Rosetta Stone's French lessons.  Forget this housing business.  This obviously was not for us.  We continued to fix the house up while we plotted but alas it was not to be.  In June of 2009 my father was killed and any grip I had left of childish security was stripped.  The world flipped itself upside down and nothing would ever arrange itself in quite the same fashion as before.  Now it was time to get rid of the house for real.  It was time to go home.


As the protection from my father was taken, my desire for security increased.  I wanted to be back in Traverse.  My mom was there and my brother also planned to return.  All of our intention was now focused on this one goal - get back to Northern Michigan.  Troy tried to transfer with Red Lobster, but they would have none of it.  He went in search of new employment in my hometown - not an easy feat.  We listed the house with an agent who was unfortunate enough to have the task of telling us we paid $30K too much for it in the first place.  Those improvements we made? No good.  They were in vain due to the neighborhood we resided in.  And it turns out that the not having a garage WAS in fact a big deal.  The move was important to us though, so we moved. The stars aligned. We rented out the house to a friend and headed home.  Troy was hired on by Red Mesa and a new chapter began for him.  I found work doing hair and the kids enrolled in school.  New lives began to develop.  We found a cute home to rent and continued lowering the price on the Indiana house.  Sell, sell, sell was our mantra.  I willed it into existence.  Sell it did - finally.  Not before a drug raid went through the neighborhood and eight meth houses were condemned. Not before our renter abandoned the house and left it in such a disgusting state that it took a week and another wad of cash to get it fixed up.  But it did sell.  We received less than two thirds of the price we paid for the same house.  We did not morn the loss for long though - for we were free!  Free from owning that house of doom and despair.  Free to buy yet another house.


And so we did.  We knew better this round.  We knew what we wanted and we knew what we didn't.  We found a realtor that we trusted.  Judy Robinson raised her children in the home across the street from mine as a child.  She sold my father's home a few years past and I knew she would not guide us wrong.  We took our time and I was right, she found us the perfect home.  The house is in a subdivision (what I wanted) but backs up to state land and has the complete privacy of living in the country (what Troy wanted. It's big, but not too big.  Sunshine beams in from every direction.  A three season room off the back was converted into a perfect master bedroom.  A space for an art studio and a flow that makes anyone who walks through the door feel at home.  There is a garage that hold four cars AND a shed.  We were going to live the dream.  It was perfect.


For a few months our time was blissful.  All was going great.  The kids loved their new school and Troy and I both loved our jobs.  Our house had gotten some excellent upgrades and new furniture was purchased.  There was nothing we wanted to change... Now what?  Here we were, many of our struggles behind us, sitting right where we were supposed to be.  A middle class family, in a middle class home, driving cars that are paid for, planning two vacations a year and saving for retirement.  Honestly we did not expect to get to this point quite so quickly.  But here we are.  Here we sit.  The itch began and as it began,  spread with rapid speed.  Discontent settled where it had only hovered previously.  But there is nothing wrong with this house.  Everything is just as it should be.  There is nothing wrong with our jobs.  We have wonderful employers and work with amazing people.  There is nothing wrong with this community nor schools nor family nor friend.  Slowly a thought began to creep and a small piece of truth was found.  It is not the location or crummy jobs that were the problem.  It is not the difficult house or the company that surrounds.  It was us.


The entire time we blamed circumstances out of our control for our unrest when it was in fact us that was the cause of our unease.  We could be given anything and everything and stand together united in gratitude but it would still be shadowed by our wanting something different.  It was in this small seed of truth that we began to see ourselves clearly for the first time.  The lives we were progressing within are not exactly what we desire.  It is what we have worked hard for and we have been given everything we asked but not what we truly desire. In fact, it is this bounty that now holds us down and keeps us from seeking our place.  Why?  Fear.  Of course it is fear.  How do you ask for such a thing?  How can you walk away from a lifestyle that you have invested so much time and effort in obtaining?  I do not have the answer.  Maybe some day in the future I will. One day I have the perspective to look back and see ourselves clearly as what we truly are.  For now I am in the thick of it.  Deep in the muck but trudging forward nonetheless.  What I can say is there is a desire burning in my heart that beats out fear any day.  It moves me forward almost without thinking.  It fuels me to burn bridges behind me so that the option of retreat is impossible. I gives me words to declare my truths and to stand exactly where I want to be. It gives me vision and courage to ask for exactly what I desire.  My home is no longer where I reside nor where I feel secure.  Security is an illusion. Life is for living.  My home is where my feet take me, and my family I will follow.

Meeting of the Minds

Each morning at six, Troy and I roll awake to heat water for the french press and hold our daily meeting for two.  We call this daily gathering 'the meeting of the minds' and it is truly the most valuable part of my day.  Although six o'clock comes mighty early on many a morning - especially for Troy when he closes down the restaurant and does not make it to bed until 2 AM - it is always a time that we look forward to with anticipation.  I am not sure how it works, but as our minds meet each day, solutions to problems are found and new ideas find their way to light.  It was in one of these pre-dawn meetings that we got our current path of inspiration: to quit our jobs, sell our house, get rid of all of our belongings, pull the kids out of school and travel the country in a camper van for a year.


Of course little nuggets had slipped in over the course of months - even years, but on one day all of the pieces came together in a plan that was plausible.  It was a day that was filled with magic and I do not believe my feet even touched the ground as the hours ticked on.  My head was filled with possibility and my eyes only saw what I once thought was impossible.  Of course, being the dreamers that we are, there have been many 'out there' plans over the years.  We once dreamed of fleeing to France and living out our days walking the hills in the countryside.  Only last year did we hatch a plan to shed ourselves of our current life suit and start anew on the beaches of Thailand.  Most dreams that settle in our heads share a few similar properties - we rid ourselves of any item that anchors us to one particular place and find adventure in distant land with only our company and desire for new knowledge to occupy our time.  How many such plans have we pre-developed over our eleven years as a family?  I could not even begin to estimate.  We love our dreams.  One thing has always gotten in our way however... reality.


There is the house we own.  You know the nice middle class home that everyone is supposed to strive for and work really hard to obtain in order to be happy.  Yeah, we have one too.  And those jobs that we spend a majority of our time at.  You know the ones - you went to school to obtain all those skills and then spent years climbing a ladder and contributing to a 401K.  Don't forget the kids.  They have school and friends and homework and activities... The most daunting hurdle however is the insane amount of stuff.  If one thing had to be solely responsible for the dashing of all previous dreams, it would be that - every 'thing' in this world that we own and feel responsible for.  The cars, televisions, trampoline, furniture, cutlery, etc., that we have saved money for and then spent it on.  So much stuff.  It is pretty nice stuff too - and I more than like it.


The belongings that previously held us back are strangely the factor that has propelled us forward to become a family of action.  It began a few months ago with an idea of giving.  It was near Christmas and during a daily meeting that we felt need to change our perception of this material holiday.  So much money had been spent of gifts and notions for the wintry day that I literally felt sick in the pit of my stomach.  Something was off.  Here we were, blessed with more things than we even had room for and we were out spending hundreds on even more.  It was non logical.  Didn't we just go through the house twice over the past two months and haul over a dozen bags of clothing, toys and household items to goodwill?  Yes, yes we did.  I wanted to dwell on the insanity of it all.  Dwelling is something I can be exceptionally good at.  Instead however, my better half suggested we turn the meaning of the holiday around for our family of four.  No, we wouldn't buck the holiday altogether, but we could reduce our participation and instead spend our dollars helping out others.  Not an original idea by any means, but one that made me not hate myself.  We hatched a plan.  We would buy a $100 gift card to a local mega mart type store and then scope out a person to gift it to.  Not wanting to draw attention to ourselves, we gave it to a lady under the false story that we were leaving the store and the card had only a remaining $2 and would she like it?  She may have been suspicious as my children were giggling outrageously and after handing over the card we ran... literally ran from the store.  Oh well, we were hooked.  Sadly we do not have the dough to shell out for dozens of $100 gift cards.  How were we to repeat this feeling of giving?  Soon, our belongings danced before our eyes as opportunities to indulge in our strange new addiction.  We started small.  A book left at the library for an avid reader to enjoy, a piece of prized costume jewelry for a friend who's mood might be lifted by the gift.  Soon however the gifting took on a more serious nature.  Computers were parted with, all the jewelry was gone, we even got a note home from a concerned mother of one of the children in my daughter's class wondering why Marnie had parted with an array of 'treasures'.  Oh yes, the kids were infected with the giving bug as well.  A miraculous thing happened during this time and we were not even aware that it struck us - we lost our connection with all things of a material nature.  Most of our things were now gone - our drawers were empty but our hearts were full.  We felt happiness and a freedom that Troy and I had not felt since the days of our courtship when we had near nothing.  There was more free time.  Less to clean.  If we could do without all of that, what else could we live without?  For that matter... what else could we do?


And here we are.  The difference was discovered by accident.  A dream is one thing and a plan is another.  The difference between the two is simple: action.  We took action.  We did one thing different in our life and it took hold, shook us awake and as we opened our eyes we saw that indeed everything could be different if we only continued to desire it to be so.  That desire is strong and it continues to propel us forward.  It has inspired us to create a new business that we believe will improve every day life for many. It has given us the faith to believe that learning should and can be something acquired with passion and love and not just five days a week between specific hours - hours spent away from the people who love and care about you the most and truly have your best interest at heart.  It has spurred the continued action of shedding the largest of our belongings in an effort to grasp on to that which we actually find valuable - time with each other.  The action will continue and we will succeed in our dreams.


The logistics of course take time.  We are a work in progress but the progress does continue nonetheless.  This is no dream - it is a plan.  We tentatively leave Michigan on September 7, 2012.  There is a for sale sign on my front lawn.  Lesson plans for road schooling are well on the way to being a full curriculum. Our fabulous employers are working closely with us in unconventional ways that benefit us and them for our remaining months in Traverse.  Our family and friends have been told - some are excited and some are not.  Everyone is dealing.  We continue to gain momentum and face our fears.  We are determined to be a family who takes action and remain fully awakened.  The next six months that follow this post are poised to be some of the most monumental in the Curet's family history.  I look forward to our future with a giddiness unparalleled in my past.  I am trying to loosen my grip, keep the smile on face and enjoy every minute of this ride with all three of my partners in crime by my side.