On Saturday, November 11, 2016, I woke up depressed. Matthew and I had been cycling through the stages of grief since the election, well, actually stuck in denial, anger, and depression. Suddenly I knew, we needed to leave the country. It was about 6 am and I started searching for places to go. By 8 am I was bouncing on the bed with a partial itinerary scribbled on scrap paper. As has happened every time I have had a sudden urge to travel, Matthew didn’t hesitate to say that we should go.
We let the kids finish the school year. I worked extra shifts, planned and shopped. Now we are living, studying and working as we travel around the world.