There comes a point in everyone's life when you feel like you've maxed the space your resume, working 9-5 doesn't sound convincingly appealing, and well.. you're actually just exhausted! For many, this epiphany is called on the verge of retirement.
For Jamie and I, it's called on the verge of a 6-week trip to Australia.
For Jamie and I, it's called on the verge of a 6-week trip to Australia.
Jamie and I arrived at our jobs a few days after graduation, and we realized there was something missing. He had already planned on going to Australia to visit his family, but by mid-to-late summer, after a few conversations with him and his family, I officially said "yes" for the trip. It was mainly because of the bubbly 9-nine year old who gave me puppy dog eyes, begging that I go with him. The rest of Jamie's family that lives there is absolutely amazing in a sincere way, especially because they're welcoming us to stay with them for the greater part of the trip. Those few conversations led us to today... the day of our flight (well, the days of our flight) to Melbourne!
So, with no commitment to a full time job, no responsibility to a family, no "real" bills to pay other than an occasional credit card bill from the prior week's shopping trip (shout out to our families for putting up with us and taking us out to dinner the past few months), it really presents the one and only opportunity for us to take six weeks off of work to travel and see the world.
After all, "it's the best time to do it."
So says:
-The Citizens Account Banker
-The clerk at Target
-Former PR colleagues (5)
-My hair stylist, Alicia
-Current OU Coms and Marketing employees (2)
-Former Xerox sales manager
-Doctor at Butler Memorial Hospital
-4 sets of families
...and the list really goes on.
So when we come back broke (and tan), I'm just going to keep telling myself that it was really just the best time to do it. There's a good chance I'll have the pictures to prove it.
In the mean time, keep checking back on our blog because we'll try to update it regularly. Or, we could call everyone and brag about how much fun we're having at 4 a.m. instead. (Note the time difference.) But, I think most of you would prefer to check back on here at your own convenience.
So... bon voyage! We're headed to down under, where kangaroos are rampant, the right side of the road is really the left, football is "footy," and the toilet flushes the wrong way... Oh god, wish us luck!
