Thanks for coming to check out our blog. I’d like to jump in here and discuss a little bit about what led us to embark on this trip and to expand on what we’d like this blog to be about.
After working full-time since I graduated from college in 1995, it suddenly hit me about five months ago that I wasn’t really living my life. One day I was at work and it just seemed to me that I was in someone else’s body – literally like I woke up in another guy’s life. I felt like I had chains around my neck and shackles around my hands (I don’t mean this as some kind of hyperbole: I actually felt the weight of the chains and could hear them clank as I walked).
This was some time after I read the book “The Four Hour Workweek” by Tim Ferris. To paraphrase, the book is about quitting your job and going to live abroad. Up until I read that book, it simply wasn’t in the realm of possibility for me. Let’s be honest, who wouldn’t want to take off and go live in Europe for six months? Almost no one. But who really thinks it’s possible? Almost no one. I can’t recommend that book highly enough: it goes into detail about how to set up a business that allows you to work only four hours a week while you live on a beach in Tahiti (hence the title). I couldn’t come up with a good business idea, but that wasn’t important. What was important was that I came away with the idea that I could actually do something crazy like go overseas and live while working remotely.
I was sick of having to do the song and dance every day at my job. I felt like it was keeping me in an infantile state: my job provided me with health insurance, a place to live, and food on our table. In exchange, the only thing they asked for was my entire life, 8 hours a day, 50 weeks a year. And most of my time at my job was spent staring at a monitor all day. It was sucking me dry, and felt like a complete waste of time. This is no way to spend a life.
I’m sure the tedium I feel is shared by a lot of people who have 9 to 5 jobs. It bores us, but it keeps food on the table and pays the rent. I think I fell into this line of work because I didn’t really know what else to do and it was the path of least resistance. It wasn’t that I didn’t have dreams or ideas, but they just weren’t that defined, and it felt safer to get a job. What else was I going to do? And there is definitely something to be said for being responsible and paying one’s bills.
At this point, though, I just can’t bear the thought of doing the same old thing for thirty more years. I can’t even fake interest anymore. I need to blow this old way to pieces, out of existence. Whitney and I both see this as a first step to getting our lives to a place where we are living the life we want to live, on our own terms.
My hope is to use this blog to help show others that it’s possible by providing logistical information: how much things cost, what you need in order to live in different places, the issues we face and how we deal with them. In preparing for this trip, I had a hard time finding any of this information and for some reason, people just don’t give it out. We aim to change that. If we do nothing else, I hope we can show our friends and family how to do something like this and inspire them to take that leap, whatever it might be.