[July 28th, 2015]

We told our parents the plan yesterday.

Last night we sat at the 10 person dining table, just the two of us, eating dinner. I had just finished thinking about all the cooking items and utensils that I used to make the meal and how I would miss them. How ironic, I thought, to feel attachment to kitchen utensils when we are limiting ourselves to a suitcase or two!

My mother called during dinner; she and my step father had just finished a last minute purchase of a rare, and somewhat sultry Dr. Seuss print from a gallery going out of business in Laguna Beach.

She asked me "what's up?" and I told her: we're planning to sell everything we own and apartment hop around the neighborhoods of the city for a little while. From there, we're going to come visit you in California for a few weeks, then road trip back across America to New York, where we'll fly to Israel and then travel the world. Final destination? Unknown.

On the other side of the phone, I could hear the shock.

Immediately, my step father got on from there and wished us a congratulations! So proud of the decision to get out in the world and live our lives while we still can.

(why does everyone claim that you can't live an adventurous life after having kids?...truthfully, we can't wait to prove them wrong!)

Something about this feels right. Like a life-mission that's meant to take place and unfold to greater things.

This weekend, we plan to make the website, and donate the clothing that we no longer need. The announcement for the sale of our furniture will take place on the site. We plan to donate a percentage of the proceeds to the NYC Homeless fund — another thing that just feels right as we make the conscious decision to give up our home for adventure.