Just shy of 6am yesterday morning, we backed our car down the driveway and pointed it toward the great wide world. August 8, 2014 marks day one of a month-long adventure around these loosely united states.
This morning I type from a stranger's bed, in a loft in New Orleans, trying to find a natural way to start this blog. Zan is giddy snapping photos of chickens in the yard and I just finished planning our meals for the morning and evening. A fairly normal Saturday so far...
Yet, a few days ago we were on a plane to NY then, within hours, sitting in the middle of a funeral home grieving the loss of my uncle. Though he was eulogized as an epic father and friend — in a word, legendary — he was, nonetheless, gone forever.
So as we begin what many have described as an impulsive, unimaginable trip around the country, I wonder if anything could be more fitting. While our own endings come much too quickly, what we do with the time we are given is totally up to us.
And with this knowledge, I know that this trip is neither frivolous or irresponsible. We have worked hard to build a life that is not just sustainable but remarkable.
We are surrounded by talented and hardworking Socialites that ensure our amazing, and supportive clients are well taken care of. And our family and friends, who can sometimes be apprehensive, are always supportive, awaiting our return to share stories over good food and photos.
This adventure is not only for us, and the life we demand, but for everyone who makes it possible. For that we are constantly grateful and with you in our lives we throw ourselves into the world.