I remember it very clearly. I was sitting in front of the computer while Dave sat on our blue leather couch. With my approaching December graduation date from North Central, we were discussing what comes next. What do I do as a teacher who graduates in December? It’s awkward. It’s unfavorable. It’s ill-timed.
And so, I uttered two dangerous words of adventure: what if?
What if we move to Colorado?
What if we work at a ski resort for the season?
What if we just spend a few months playing?
Those two words changed our lives. We moved to Colorado with everything we owned in a jeep. Found careers that we loved and that loved us back. Made new friends and new memories with old friends. Hosted family for holidays and vacations. Embraced the land and the lifestyle of the mountains. Became runners and yogis and cyclists. Experienced new dimensions of the Divine and new nuances of ourselves.
For the last eleven years, we have lived blessed and beautiful lives. Thank you God.
And now: what if?
Dave and I have been revisiting these very two dangerous words for a while now. Adventure calls.
What if we move?
What if it’s far?
What if it’s overseas?
What if it’s completely foreign and unlike any life we’ve ever lived?
Those two very dangerous words of what if have tumbled into two other words: I accept.
This past weekend I attended an international job fair in Boston, at which I found Graded. Before we went, I made a list of what I wanted in an overseas teaching gig: financially, personally and professionally. I pursued schools who met those criteria with a singular devotion. But in the end, or perhaps in the beginning, Graded found me.
And so, Dave and I will be taking this…
freak show… circus… adventure on the road starting July 2017, at which time we will move to Sao Paulo, Brazil for a two-year contract. There are a million things to do and a million goodbyes to cry and a million freak-outs to stifle and a million questions to answer…but for now, I’ll settle into the wild-eyed lap of what if.