It's Happening

Andrew and Jill. Newly, “The Wander Blobs.” Soon-to-be (husband and wife) travel bloggers. Since actually committing to our travel dream, hashing out our very preliminary plan, and spending an entire weekend finagling how to get our Google accounts connected to our blog connected to our Instagram connected to our actual thoughts and experiences (definitely still a work in progress), a new and exciting energy has taken hold for Andrew and I. Writing things down and organizing ideas has evolved our conversation surrounding travel while simultaneously creating a less-than-helpful distraction from wedding planning (which is... fine…) and the mundane parts of day to day life.


Andrew and I just celebrated 4 years of officially dating in February (yes…..a Valentine’s Day anniversary. We are indeed “those people”) and are planning a wedding--currently rocketing towards us faster than we seem able to comprehend--in just about 6 months. Shortly after we get married (but enough time after for us to finish writing and sending thank-you cards) we plan to embark on a multi-part traveling adventure that we’ve been dancing around for years.


Why did we decide an approximately year-long trip would be best placed immediately following possibly the largest event we’ll host in our lifetimes? Adrenaline from the engagement? Perhaps. Avoidance of looming responsibility and decisions involving “settling down”? Probably?! Isn’t a wedding enough for one year, many might say? Whatever the reason, just before the holidays, it was decided. We were going to shoot for at least a year of travel around the world, maybe more, before making and big life/career/education/home/pet commitments.


One fatefully decisive weekend in November, which included a completely unnecessary but deeply enjoyable 8 hour drive (and then 8 hours back) to a town a state away, the thought occurred: a big-ass road trip together would be awesome. Andrew’s highschool car was on the way out and a new vehicle was rapidly becoming necessary--2017 was a nightmare year for the cars in our lives--so why not select one that could do the job? We Googled another important detail, and our suspicions were proved accurate: flights to Europe are indeed cheaper (and significantly shorter) from the geographically-closer New York than from Seattle-Tacoma International Airport. We shared a brief, somewhat-nerve-wracking glance (said glance involved Andrew taking his eyes off the road) and the plan was set. We would drive across America, sell our hopefully-trusty-albeit-temporary vehicle once we’re gazing at the Atlantic, and fly out of New York City.

Random road trip to Medford selfie


I recall fondly a particular day my sophomore year of college, a few months after Andrew and I started dating. I was an RA with a double dorm room all to myself, so we did the thing where you push together two crummy little twin beds to create One Giant Bed. On this day, the Giant Bed was littered with Cheez-It crumbs and chocolate bar wrappers while early spring sunlight filtered in through my window, tickling our feet. We could hear students in the courtyard, thrilled to be outside comfortably after another PNW winter, as we lounged on the Giant Bed and Andrew told me in vivid detail all about his backpacking/hitchhiking trip across Europe. He was full of stories, and I’m sure even now I haven’t heard all of them. Our hands entwined, dreaming about all the places we wanted to go, how incredible it would be to sip wine in the hot Italian sun, how we were absolutely going to see the world together, I felt electric with our shared excitement.


Four years later, discussing the possibilities of “Our Trip” has been a constant since those early days of our relationship. But somewhere between graduating and moving back to our hometown and starting our first post-college jobs, we forgot that “Our Trip” could only happen if we turned thoughts into motion. Fortuitously, Andrew’s sister was engaged to be married in Scotland not long after our move. Suddenly, motivation was presented in the form of familial obligation. Finally, some place further than Oregon or Canada!


She picked her date--mid-May, 2017--we looked at plane tickets, and, after almost no critical thinking, it was suggested, “why not the whole frickin’ month?” Nevermind a lack of approval from work or our woefully underfunded bank accounts, we bought the tickets and the rest would make sense later. We were scheduled to fly out on May 1st and return on the 1st of June. We threw in a couple nights in London and then Paris, too, for good measure.


And then we made it happen.


And it was awesome.


And when we came home, we were like, let’s do that again ASAP please.


After our summer back, after our lives got crazy-hectic again with our more-than-full-time work lives, it didn’t take long for more talking to lead to our decision to travel again. This time for longer. We had also figured out we had to do more than just talk, we had to act. With strengthened resolve and a now desprate need for a second vehicle, we concluded that the Honda Element would be sturdy enough for our road trip and big enough for us to sleep in. I emailed my advisor and told him we could talk about my Masters degree upon my return. We even bought some sweet “adventure” boots that almost match and some identical “adventure” beanies that probably annoy people a lot.


Now, we’re planning our routes. We’re shopping for plane tickets. We’re writing a blog, and gathering Instagram followers. We told our parents.


We’re making it happen.

- J

Comments

  1. Great post. I know you two are the sort that will always dream big and then work like mad to make the dream come true.

    “Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one's favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamed would have come his way. Whatever you can do, or dream you can do, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Begin it now.” -W.H. Murray

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    1. That's a really nice quote. We're already feeling like geniuses. Signed, your son.

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