April 21, 2014: Oh, me? I'm a nomad now.
In eight days, my husband, Adam, and I will be leaving the country with nothing but the clothes on our backs and whatever we can fit into carry-on luggage. Our remaining belongings have been whittled down to only our most precious goods and are being stored in perhaps about 20 legal file boxes in our parents’ basements. Why are we abandoning everything we know? Because, a little over a year and a half ago, my husband asked, “do you want to move to Poland?” I paused. He sounded serious. I put down what I’d been doing and turned to face him.
“Are you serious?” I said, feeling my eyebrow creep up towards my forehead.
“Yes” he said.
“Then, yes.” I said. And so began our secret plan.
Secret, in that neither of us thought too hard on the matter and we didn’t want to turn into people who talked about doing but never did. Over the next year and a half, things started to fall into place. Adam was doing dishes a month or so after he first asked about Poland and casually asked when we should go. Spring seemed like a good idea, we agreed. And it was so. The bulk of the planning came in the last six months. We started by telling our friends and family what we were up to.
The obvious questions came first. What will you do with your stuff, your apartment, etc. These were easy. We’re getting rid of our stuff. Come and take it away! Like that bookcase?! You can have it!
My husband also had to deal with his job. He “could” easily work remotely, if his boss allowed it. Rather than chance asking first, he told his boss that he was moving to Poland. Would it be alright if he kept working with the company while he did that? Without hesitating, Adam’s boss congratulated him on the whole idea and told him remote work would be fine. They’d figure something out.
Then came the hard questions: Why? and for how long? The honest answer to those are “because we want to” and “we don’t know.”
So, in eight days, we fly out of our comfortable lives and into the great big world. First stop, Newfoundland. We’re keeping our promise to visit extended family there. After that, Krakow, Poland. And after that, I don’t know. We’ve got this list of places we’d like to go. Places we’ve seen pretty pictures of, or heard stories about, but they’re unconfirmed. Guess we'll have to wait and see how those pan out.