For the past 4 months, our only responsibility has been to be alive.
To be alive for every day we wake up. To be alive for realizing our greatest hopes + dreams. And to be alive for making them manifest...
Did you know that Aviv and I shared a certain look in our eyes exactly a year ago today? It was a look of telepathy. A magic realization where we both knew at the very same moment that New York was a dream that had already been fulfilled, and that it was time to move on.
That was the look we shared. We were in the middle and aisle seats of an airplane somewhere over the Caribbean Sea, flying back to NYC from Medellin, Columbia after a family vacation. The idea took place in mid-air...I imagine that it was hanging out on a cloud somewhere, and that it probably snuck into the airplane through a loose screw. One not-very-important loose screw, of course...and once it made its way in, it crawled up through the aisle, passed the many rows of people, and into our ears. It whispered to each one of us, independently: it's time to feel alive, and it's time to get out of New York City.
And so it was, then and there in those two seats, where we decided that we would sell everything we owned and get rid of our loft. We would find some way to travel the world as minimalists, and we would write about it, too! We would share the happenings, and manifest other dreams and ideas that snuck up into our ears along the way.
So, here we are. Waking up every morning with one goal: to be, and feel alive.
I think for a moment about all the places we've been alive in so far: New York City, Israel, Spain, Greece, the Canaries, Moscow (for transit!), and now, California.
And then I think for a moment about all the places we want to be alive in. Places like Bali (next month!), like New Zealand and Australia, like Thailand, Cambodia, Vietnam, China, Senegal, Lebanon, and a handful of places in South and Central America and, and, and...the list will grow of course, and then reduce down to what reality allows—which might just be all of it and more. Who really knows?
A dream to travel the world, a dream to let go of most of our material-life, a dream to write a book, and spend quality time with our families, to learn new languages and meet new people...a dream to learn how to surf and skateboard...
So far, we're doing it. Everything we wanted to do—and the list keeps growing...
But! Dreams are hard work, yes oh yes they are! And if there's one thing we've learned, it's that they are worth the work. A year later, we've arrived, and we're feeling it.