What if…

It started with a “what if” conversation.

“What if I cut back my hours?”
”Actually, what if I just quit my job?”
”What if I quit my job and we move?”

We’ve been married for 16 years, “what if” conversations are par for the course at this point. This time felt different. Maybe it was Covid, maybe it was the grief of losing a loved one to Covid, maybe it was being in a job that was actually two jobs in one and not having a minute to see the kids, maybe it was the heartbreak of seeing the racial reckoning in this country and knowing intimately the honest, deliberate, painful yet liberating conversations that reckoning can create. Maybe it was all of it.

There was something that clicked this time…an energy to our conversations, a clarity. We took the first step and I quit my job, we took the second step and David applied for a deferral for his Masters in Architecture program, we took a third step and started RV shopping.

One Chevy truck and a 30-foot Flying Cloud Airstream later…