All Roads Lead to Home.
One weekend at the end of June, we took a leap. Our family was growing but it wasn’t a kid. It was a big white 1986 Westfalia van. After months of agonizing about this life or that one, we were stepping out and charting our path – seemingly all in an instant.
Now this change may not be apparent to most immediately. We are still working our nine-to-five jobs for now, we are still following the same routines we have for the past several years, but we have made the first investment in a dream. It’s a big dream, and it will be a huge project ahead of us. It will not always be easy or fun, but we believe it will be worth it. We feel like we have taken the advice of a friend of mine: “Bite off more than you can chew and then chew like hell!”.
While our friends have been buying houses and starting families, something in the back of our minds and deep in the bottom of our souls kept nagging us and telling us that that might not be the thing for us – at least not yet.
We choose to wander rather than be secure, to limit our possessions and expand our horizons. To live day by day, by faith and not store up security and possessions for the someday. We are betting that risks now will pay off in the long run, that many of the things we have built up to make our lives comfortable are not so valuable that we should never risk them at all. We believe in taking risks and we are not afraid to fail – or to do what is generally perceived as failing. We are hoping that somewhere along the way we will find that it may not be failing after all. That the standards of success that we have grown accustomed to are not so iron-clad as we have been lead to believe.
We have a mission and we have a goal, even if we don’t quite know what it is. It is always there, tugging at the corners of our souls and peeking above the horizon and around the next turn. We are not sure where this dream will take us but we can’t wait to find out.
Ransom, June, 28, 2016