Today is Joe and I’s second anniversary…our second month of being married, that is. Our “newlywed” experience has been quite the wild adventure, to say the least. I’m assuming it’s also probably very different compared to what other couples experience in their first few months after sealing the deal. Joe and I have been travelling all summer, every week in a different state, and people often ask us where we live. We usually just look at each other and grin, and tell them we live in our van, with a little laugh. We get all sorts of responses, but most people who know us think it’s a pretty great idea.
I’ll admit that every once in a while I have hesitations about the place Joe and I are at right now in regards to our marriage. The woman inside of me longs for security and control. I want to know exactly what I will be doing and where I will be living in the next six months. I want a cute little apartment that I can decorate. I want to cook in my own kitchen, etc., etc. The list goes on. My mind is filled with countless questions, but deep down inside I know the answers are not tangible. And I also know that there is a season for those things I just mentioned.
It’s not because we are poor that we live this nomadic life style. I mean, we aren’t rich but we have already spent enough money skydiving to buy a small house. And Joe has been investing every penny into silver since it was under $10 an ounce so we have plenty of reserves.
For the most part, I am absolutely content with our journey. For the first time in my entire life, I’m not sure what the next year holds, what the next six months holds, heck I don’t even know what we’re doing next week sometimes! And all of that is just fine by me. My life was very structured up until I got married. I am so grateful and deeply cherish all the work ethic and morals that were instilled in me because of the structure and balance I had in my life growing up. But now I am ready for something new – for a breath of fresh air. A wild love story.
