It was exactly one year ago on March 4th, 2012 when our friend Doug dropped us to the Newark Airport early in the morning. It is one of those moments I will never forget. We had been busy wrapping work, packing our apartment, renting the place and stuffing everything we would own for 5 months in our backpacks. For weeks, it hadn’t hit us that we were leaving our jobs, our home, our friends, and our lives behind. We had been talking for almost one year about travelling around the world. The idea seemed silly. We joked and laughed about it. It was something that would never ever happen. Who would leave their good jobs, their home, to live out of a backpack for months? We weren’t ready to do the planning that went into something monumental like this.
So, at the start of our little world adventure, we decided that if there is an option to get from point A to point B for ‘almost’ free then we’ll take it. Unfortunately for us we took on this mission outside a long term storage facility in nowhere South Jersey to park our car for the next 4 months. We decided to take the NJ Transit train back to Hoboken from the storage facility. The pudgy guy with likeable face behind the counter pointed down the road and said, “Just walk up the road a little ways and hang a right by the movie theater, and the train station should be on your right..probably like a 20 minutes walk”
Our last week in Jersey finally arrived. It’s been a bit of a whirlwind since we put in our notices – never ending going away dinners, lunches, parties, endless amount of transition at work causing us to wake up at different time zones. We’ve also have our very own vengeful Poltergeist running around breaking things in the house faster than we can fix them. Who knows, maybe he was sad that we were leaving him behind.