I did it. I have wanted to do this since I graduated from college — to save up, quit my job for a while, volunteer in a foreign country and travel the world. Experiencing life has always been more important to me than having a safety blanket.
But then I met Mr. Wonderful. He was risk-averse and more interested in having a house with a white picket fence than what he considered to be superfluous experiences. When he asked me to marry him, I knew that would mean compromising some of my own goals in life in order to meet his. Love is usually worth it, though.
And then something changed.
Mr. Wonderful saw his coworkers and people around him quitting their jobs to do things like volunteering in Japan, driving around Mexico in an RV, or starting their own businesses. We no longer live in a time where having the same job for twenty, thirty years is the norm. Taking risks is the new norm.
So two years ago, we had a heart-to-heart conversation. Many discussions later, we hatched a plan, and this month, we handed our condo keys to our new renters, put the last box in storage, and arrived in Panama holding two suitcases each.
I have no idea what the next few months will bring. But I know I’d rather be here, right now, than anywhere else.