We got to spend a few days with family before flying to California.
I am the oldest of 13 kids. Eight of them still live at home.
During the days when I visit, I like to go on walks with my younger brother, Stephen. He’s eight years old and 12th in the lineup. We have some good conversations. He’s a smart kid.
I haven’t had much time to get to know Stephen. He was born after I had already moved out and gotten married. Not long after he was born, my family moved to Dallas, and we only get to visit a few times per year.
Stephen thinks the sabbatical idea is pretty cool, but he wishes I would just stay with him instead of travel so he can see me more often.
The Dallas meetup went well. It was great to finally meet the editor of my first book in person. Blake, you’re awesome.
We’re just getting settled into our place here in San Diego. I’ll share more about that in the coming days. I’ll also talk about some of the travel hacking we’re doing at some point (credit card points and things), as well as our backpacks and how we’re packing.
We took a bus from the airport to our AirBnb in San Diego. Everything we had was in the packs on our backs.
Walking down the street, I felt light with freedom. We can do anything and go anywhere! Granted, we still had sizable packs on our backs, but their anti-gravity load dispersal systems meant we hardly noticed the weight.
It doesn’t even matter if we forgot something. There are stores no matter where you go. You can always pick something up if you need to. You really don’t need as much as you think.
We’ve only been out of our home state one day, and already I’m feeling an immense sense of gratitude. I have no doubt solo travel brings its own treasures and rewards, but I feel so fortunate to share this journey with my wife.
Last year, I wasn’t sure if there would be a Laci in 2020. It’s such a gift to get to enjoy this sabbatical together.
We’re having so much fun and can’t wait to share more with you in the next vlog.
I know we unplugged the internet modem, locked up the house, and dropped off the key with the property manager, but it still hasn’t hit me that we don’t live in the home in which we’ve been for four years.
Growing up in a military family, I’m no stranger to moving. I’ve moved plenty of times before. But this time is different.
It’s not like you just need to get used to the fact that there’s a new place to call home. It’s that there is no “home” to go back to!
I think it will be some weeks before it fully sinks in and I realize this isn’t just a trip from which we’ll soon return.
We don’t know where we’ll live after the sabbatical year. I feel an odd comfort not knowing. In the same sense, I feel an odd comfort not having a home. It represents pure possibility and freedom.
We’re free as a bird. Everything we need is in the pack on our backs. It feels… light—like we can go anywhere, because we can.
We are just a few days away from moving out of our house and officially beginning our sabbatical year. That means I also have only a few days left to sleep in my own bed with my own pillow. I’ll miss that.
The nerves are starting to kick in. Are we really doing this??
Well, we booked a storage unit today, and our lease on the house is up soon—oh, and our internet, water, and electricity are all shutting down… so I guess we really are!
It definitely hasn’t sunk in yet. Randomly, I’ll feel a little anxious, but I think that makes sense; what we’re doing isn’t exactly normal. I think it’s nervous excitement. Maybe a little restlessness, actually. We originally planned to be out January 1st, so I’ve been itching to go for weeks!
My office is taking a lot of work to pack up. It’s just so complicated with all the gear and wiring. I’m also resisting the urge to shove everything into a box like spaghetti. I’m taking my time and trying to organize things neatly so I’ll actually be able to put it back together in 2021.
Our sabbatical adventures will begin in sunny San Diego, California. We have our first place booked for one week (a little Airbnb), but beyond that, we have absolutely no plans… and it’s pretty exhilarating.
We might get another Airbnb the second week, or we might stay with you. Or maybe we decide to go to Los Angeles… or maybe we meet some people going to Yosemite—who knows!
Think of this “itinerary” as more of a guideline. Nothing is set in stone, and we don’t HAVE to follow any specific plans, but this is what we’re thinking right now. We’re guessing we’ll stay in each place something like 2 weeks on average. If we love hanging out in a particular city, and want to stay longer, cool. If we feel like moving on, cool. That’s the beauty of not having any obligations.
If you want to host us, we’d love for you to get in touch on our Host Us page. It doesn’t have to be one of the cities listed—we’re open to other locations!