On Leaving...

Is it sad that I think the pretty much the hardest part of this experience is behind us?

Moving is not for the faint of heart, *insert winky face* but seriously, it's hard. Maybe that will be another post. 

Proud of Brent, he basically moved his business and our home. Shoutout to Curtis (who was a huge help!!)

Congratulations to my brother Drew and his new wife Lachan, I am confident no one could make polka dancing look as fun and good as you two. Bless you Lachan for taking on a new 12 letter last name. S-I-E-B-E-N-M-O-R-G-E-N.

Currently: 

Brent and I are sitting in a real hip(ster) coffee shop in Nashville, Barista Parlor is way cute, thanks Rachel Cohen for the recommendation. Although I must admit, Brent was peeved to learn they didn't have drip coffee but he turned into a happy camper after sipping his yum pour over and getting his laptop plugged into an outlet by the window. 

We are in it ya'll. Looking at one another as we cruise down the highway heading East driving through TN slowly realizing we don't have a home, just have one car, will be in America one more month then will fly abroad and figure it out from there.

The feelings are a salty trail mix of sheer joy, slight fear of the unknown, pieces of confidence because we are seasoned humans, and realistic awareness that there is a BIG difference between 'traveling' and 'vacationing'. 

So here's to being travelers for the next 8 months ish. Enjoy photos below. Love-ing this neat mural outside the coffee shop here. 

J

 

Big News from the EuDalys

5/14/16 Jordan and Brent EuDaly, Wedding Day 

5/14/16 Jordan and Brent EuDaly, Wedding Day 

I sit here in a coffee shop pondering (truthfully my bum is getting numb because I have been here for more hours than I actually care to confess...)

Pondering what life will look like for us in just a matter of weeks, months, next year even...

I'm not sure if there is a book out there that is an adequate 'how to' on prepping for leaving your community for a year or so and I'm honestly not sure if I would even want to read it. 

Bittersweet.

That is the word at first I was using when telling friends and family our 'plan' to travel east and camp before jet setting abroad. I was afraid people would be mad or sad, but to my humble surprise - most everyone was incredibly giddy and glad for us. (thanks guys!)

Relief. My anxiety lowered. 

I stood outside Anthropologie as I called my parents and told them the news. My Dad asked "so have you two been planning this for quite some time?" 

I chuckled a little and told him "nope, not at all."

Sometimes the stars just align, God opens a door, the timing just becomes right. However you want to say it - it happens.

There is probably another blog post for the door that opened aka my husband quitting and walking away from the company he has been building for the past 4 years. 

Promise - it's all good. God is good. We are celebrating. 

The night he made this decision, he was sitting at our tall cherry wooden table he built by hand and I was sitting in the next room on our IKEA navy flat couch, he says out loud in a calm tone "I am feeling radical"

something in my belly fluttered a little, knowing deep down our little comfortable lives were about to get. reaaaaal. exciting.

Here we go.