the long and winding road

it's a strange feeling to know in 4.5 more days you won't have a job. no regular paycheck deposited by the overnight fairy every two weeks. no dragging yourself out of bed in the morning to a job you haven't enjoyed for longer than you can even remember. it's easy to slip into the monotony of everyday work in order to pay for things you fill your life with. do those items bring true joy and happiness? are they worth the frustration and stress that comes with most jobs we work? worth the destruction of soul we must endure? we reached a point where the things in our lives aren't as important as our souls. we'd rather have the experience of life than a house full of stuff.

our saving grace has been working together. i'm not sure how i could've gotten through this complete insanity if mn wasn't in the thick of it with me. plus, the craziness that goes on here is so hard to believe, i doubt she would've believed me if she weren't seeing it for herself.

we're making lots of lists in hopes of making sure everything gets done that needs to get done. we've sold a few things we listed on craigslist and are hoping the consumers will continue to pursue the items we're hoping to rid ourselves of. sometimes i think the gypsies probably had it easy - never own more than you can carry in your wagon or on horseback. "things" really seem to weigh us down.

i'm looking forward to journeying across the country - driving through states i've never seen. exploring the same landscapes the early settlers explored. whenever we talk with people about what we're doing, they never fail to comment using the word "adventure". that's always been a integral word in our vocabularies so, for us, it's a good sign to hear other use it in reference to what we're doing.

our adventure begins in 14 days. i can't wait.