“The Big Trip” is what we’ve come to call it. The non-specific thing we’re going to do, if all goes well, beginning in fall 2012. The girls will be 12. They will miss 7th grade. Don’t you wish you could have missed 7th grade? I have no positive memories of 7th grade, myself. So we figured that it might be as good a time as any to head out on a year-long adventure.
I say “we” with a little hesitation, because my husband (shall we call him Mr. T?) is not entirely on board. Though I know he will enjoy every bit of the Big Trip as much as I will, it’s in this planning stage that our personalities really diverge. I am definitely in the camp of the dreamers, the land of infinite possibilities, if-you-build-it-they-will-come, let’s put on a show, choose the destination and the path will reveal itself, just do it. Mr. T is not. He needs a roadmap, a budget, a plan before he can even entertain the possibility. Now, I am no stranger to planning. I enjoy it, in fact. But it appears I will be doing that part alone, because my partner wants to make sure the horse is bought, paid for, and set in place before the cart for this journey, but he doesn’t want to be the one to shop for it. Or something like that. I’ve spent a while trying to drag him along to this planning party, but I’ve finally accepted that it is not his bag, man, and I think I’m ok with that. Might be fun, in fact.
So we’ll say the odds that we’ll actually do this thing are about 50/50 right now. I think once I can get a plan on paper we’ll increase the odds significantly.
The bones of the plan so far: we’ll rent out our house for a year, home school the kids, and head somewhere. The biggest unknowns: how will we support ourselves on the road? What will we do for work when we get back? Will we wander around the world or will we pick one or two (or six) places to stay for a while? I’ll address each of these issues in upcoming posts, and I invite your comments, suggestions, rants, even scorn.