It’s been exactly one year since my husband and I started our love affair with an old, beautiful Airstream trailer.
Before I get ahead of myself, I should say that it took us a while to get here. We spent the first six years of our marriage living a very routine life in suburbia: the usual go to work, come home, go to bed, repeat, kind of existence. One day, it hit us that our biggest and brightest memories from our first few years of marriage were our vacations.
We dreamed up this wild, romantic idea that we would live and work from an Airstream and travel the country. And so that’s what we did. We left our town house mostly intact as a catch net but turned off the utilities and made the expenses as barebones as possible. Our family was super supportive all along the way and even helped us through the long seven months it took to get our new digs ready. During the time we spent remodeling, my husband landed a full-time telecommute job, and I continued to run an e-commerce business, which allowed me to work from anywhere.
That winter, we set sail for the North Carolina coast, where we lived for the three months. We stayed in the tiny, quaint town of Southport and fell in complete love with it. Our days were suddenly full of new places to explore, sandy beaches, beautiful sunsets, and time. Our lives belonged entirely to us: We decided what we do, where we go, and where to sleep at night.
As unsettling as all of that would have sounded to us 10 years ago, it’s become the most freeing thing we’ve ever done.