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would keep our young daughters (and us) interested and having fun. We
met with school teachers – Lily, now six, was in kindergarten at MUS,
and Kate, now four, was a butterfly at All Saints – and travel doctors
and grandparents. We got cold feet (i.e.,“this is crazy; we are definitely
not going”) and hot feet (i.e.,“this is the opportunity of a lifetime and
we should leave today”). We bought backpacks and water sterilization
devices and baggage scales and pocketknives. Eventually, we bought
plane tickets – and our fate was sealed.
We moved out of our house after the girls finished the school year.
What we couldn’t fit into a single POD, we donated or gave to friends
or (
gasp
) trashed. We stuffed two large packs full with clothes and
electronics and other things we believed a family may need at one point
or another on an indefinite and largely undefined trip around the world.
We packed one small backpack with games and art supplies and books
for the girls. We threw in one of my old, beat up acoustic guitars at the
last minute.
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