This past weekend, my husband and I were away. Just the two of us, for the first time since the adorable one was born. It was really nice. We'd booked and paid before the layoff, so it seemed like the best course for both our well-being and our wallet was to enjoy what we paid for.
And we did. I shall not bore you with details of sleeping in, sharing many glasses of wine and champagne (the latter being complimentary at our B&B) the jacuzzi, or the conversation. Let's just say we enjoyed it and leave it at that.
On Saturday, we were driving around, and went to Jackson, NH. And we looked at each other and had the same thought "We could live here".
See, we know that ultimately some things about our lives are going to need to change, be that next week or in 10 years or more. I like my work, but I don't want to do it forever. I work a lot (to give you an idea, in 8 months I logged almost 270 overtime hours). So we've talked about downshifting at some point. The thing is, we have absolutely no clue what that means. Really.
Okay, I know some things. More time for garden, chickens, relaxing. Perhaps living on less, maybe even a lot less. Maybe a book or two. But in terms of how we'll do it and when...no idea. Only that someday we're going to not only want to, but need to. But how we'll pay the bills, where we might live, what we might do...nada.
Right now, we're tied to our house, jobs, family around here. That's okay, it's even good. We are profoundly blessed in having such a good life. But we're slowly feeling our way towards some life changes. My guess is that they are probably a good long ways away. But we're reaching for them all the same.
Still, "We could live here" was a profound moment for us - the first time we've looked at a place together that isn't where we are now and thought that. There's no telling where the next few years will take us, but it just might inching us closer to living over a covered bridge somewhere.