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4 Months…

4 months…yikes, seems like yesterday we still had a year plus to go and numerous days to get prepared. Nope. The house goes on the market next week, the storage locker is filling up and we have finalized most all plans, planes, trains and automobiles for the entire summer. “We’re really doing it Harry!”...

5 Months

150 days! Actually, 136 days left until takeoff (I’m late on last month’s post). Hard to believe we getting into the double digits of the countdown. I feel better than last month….again, content with our decision. We have several loose ends to tie up, but one day at a time. Priority, preparing our house to be listed next month and renting a storage locker to get it tidy (we are not hoarders but could use a good decultter). The second...

What are we doing?!?!

Brittany has had this thought numerous times in the last 6 months and has voiced it: Like, what are we doing?!?! Upending our entire life to travel the world, selling our house, vehicles and possessions, home-schooling our kids, kids missing a years’ worth of activities they love (dance, hockey, flag-football), spending a small fortune to make it happen, the loss of that years’ income = $$$$, the logistics in making this happen is painstaking (Planes, Trains, & Automobiles: “Please. Have...

Teacher ✅

“That’s one small step for us, one giant leap for our world trip!” Done and done. Just over 3 years and my Education degree at the University of Regina is in the books. I am officially a teacher! It was an oh-so-distant dream at one point, and yet, here I am. After enduring two surgeries as a student (one back, one hip), and 40 classes total (14 classes passed in my last year), I ended on my internship, now having...

365 & counting

And the countdown is on! Today we would be waking up in Dublin, Ireland! It is hard to imagine, but we are finally closing in on our epic family adventure and it can’t come soon enough. I’ve had a few people ask me, “What do you want to get out of this trip?” Well, I really don’t have a specific goal in mind or the cliche, “to find myself,” as that is something I was forced to find in my thirties…...