Holy shit, guys.
The next time you hear from us, we will be in Mexico.
So, goodbye yellow brick road.
I can’t believe it’s really happening.
It seems like yesterday that I had my breakdown, the emotional catalyst that led to this grand family adventure.
We dreamed it up, all on our own, Arjan and I.
Our vision.
Our choices.
Our life.
Read MoreIn ten days, our family of four is moving from Toronto, Canada to Puerto Escondido, Mexico.
When people learn of our plans to take a four month family sabbatical, the common response is "Wow! You’re so lucky!".
The truth is, yes, we are lucky. But it was not luck that got us here, it was perseverance.
This sojourn did not come easily. It was not presented to us on a silver platter as a pre-planned vacation package.
We designed it.
We created a vision and problem-solved a way into making it happen.
As a couple, we asked ourselves tough questions about our life, got super real with each other, and took action.
Stepping into the unknown forces you to face your fears and get comfortable with discomfort.
Read MoreIn three weeks, our family of four is moving from Toronto, Canada to Puerto Escondido, Mexico.
We will be there for four glorious months, soaking up the sunshine and creating precious family memories.
Wait, let me re-phrase.
We will be parenting. 24/7. In Mexico.
Read MoreIt was the end of April.
I was slowly emerging from the blues that had plagued me since becoming a mother five years earlier. I felt like a shell of the fun, vibrant woman I used to be.
On that grey, wet, dull, day (April is still basically Winter), I had five, consecutive, kid-free hours, between drop-off and pick-up.
This meant that I would be running around all day doing errands, and would be exhausted by the time I picked up our kids, ages three and five.
The to-do list raced through my mind: we just ran out of toilet paper, our eldest needed new indoor shoes for school, dinner needed to go in the crock pot before noon, and today was the last day that I could return the lightbulbs (I had bought the wrong ones...again….ugh).
“Is this IT?” I remember thinking. THIS is what I hustled my way through my twenties and early thirties for?
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