Tuesday, February 7th, 2017

How I Caught The Bug To Travel

Has bag, will travel.

When I met my husband, Greg, on E-harmony over a decade ago, I had the tiniest reluctance about any potential success for us, because his featured profile picture was him standing by the door carrying a suitcase and he mentioned a love of world travel in his profile.

Maybe it was silly, but I couldn’t help think to myself, “This guy likes to travel. Traveling dudes don’t like to be tied down. I can see it now. I’ll fall for him harder than he will fall for me. He will take off around the world, my heart in his hand. Better not respond to the eHarmony connection. It can only be doom.”

Not one to listen to myself, I pursued the eHarmony connection. (Luckily, he pursued back in spite of my not having a picture posted for my profile.)

I was destined to be with him, because although, yes, he loved to travel, and, yes, that was a picture of him coming (or going?) from a long adventure in Peru, he longed for a traveling partner in crime.

Fast forward some years and we married.

In Bora Bora.

Whisking me away to the most beautiful paradise on earth was a great way to get me interested in travel. (Smart fellow he was.)

Getting married in Bora Bora

Traditional wedding ceremony – Bora Bora

It wasn’t long before we were talking about how we couldn’t wait to travel the world, laptop-style.

Working side by side, somewhere on a coast in Italy became a vision I couldn’t shake. I caught his travel bug.

I’ll be here someday. Amalfi Coast – Italy

*Photo credit

Now, I was determined to see the world. Having a family wouldn’t stop our dream either. We decided, even before trying to get me pregnant, that when we had a family, we would homeschool, because that would allow us to travel. The vision became of us working side by side, laptop-style, with a kid next to us reading a book (or writing his/her own blog).

The dream is finally coming true. Here we are homeschooling our daughter, and creating definite plans for living abroad in the future.

It wasn’t until a couple of months ago, however, that this became a reality.

I’ll tell you what lit the fire under my ass to take action in the next post.