Like most people, my husband Grant and I have always talked about traveling, seeing the world, and exploring other cultures. We’ve been together for 14 years, so talking is pretty much all we’ve done about it until now. We are at the threshold of turning this desire of the unknown into a reality. But why?
We live in a 1929 blue and white tudor home in Pensacola, FL with our 4 beautiful kids. After years of living in apartments in various cities and states, there’s an undeniable feeling of arrival and comfort. In a certain sense our life is great (we even have the white picket fence), but it’s not exactly what we want.
Looking back it’s not too hard to find clues as to why we’re compelled to do this. We met as philosophy students and I eventually ended up with a degree in Anthropology, so maybe it shouldn’t come as a big surprise that we wish to immerse ourselves in something beyond this familiar culture.
Obviously selling everything and moving with your family to a foreign country isn’t the only way to accomplish this. That would be incredibly naive. There’s nothing even inherently practical on a physiological level either, but this decision isn’t motivated by comfort. This is our family’s resolve to be bold in the face of uncertainty in an attempt to create a new path that is driven by a vision of what we want for ourselves.
We want this journey to last years, but it may only last months. The only way to figure it out though, is to begin. And that beginning starts in Quito, Ecuador!