9/1/13: Bedford, MA, USA
I’ve done my research. The majority of travel blogs advocate living life spontaneously while on the road. Don’t plan too much. Keep your options open. It makes sense. The more structured your trip the more choices you’re cutting yourself off from. You should allow yourself the freedom to do whatever feels right. Flexibility is touted as the cornerstone of any enjoyable round the world trip.
8/18/13: Bedford, MA, USA
Katie and I spent a looong time debating whether or not to go on a round the world trip, and perhaps we would’ve taken even longer if not for an unexpected deadline: immunizations.
7/29/13 - 8/2/13: Prosser, WA, USA - Chicago, IL, USA
Our journey has been a family affair with friends sprinkled in. As we cross the U.S.A. we both know this will be the last time we see each person for a long time, so we're soaking up every moment, gathering lasting memories to keep us contented during our year of travel.
07/26/13: Centennial, CO, USA
The moment Katie and I decided we were going on a RTW trip we immediately asked ourselves: “What do we do with all this stuff?” After a quick analysis, we were able to categorize all of our worldly possessions into four categories: Give, Sell, Keep, and Trash.
7/17/13 - Prosser, WA, USA
People have been wondering where we’ll be going on our round-the-world adventure. It hasn’t been easy to decide. Infinite possibilities are difficult to rein in. It’s impossible to go everywhere, and if we tried to travel every place that tickled our fancy we’d go broke and insane. Once I started researching and opinion polling, it wasn’t long before I heard about “The Pillars.”
7/1/13 - 7/7/13: Burbank, CA, USA - Mukilteo, WA, USA
Our time traveling up the coast to visit family and friends before our cross-country road trip was quite eventful. We spent quality time with those we love, soaking up moments until our return a year or more from now. Thanks for the memories. We'll see you again soon(ish)!
And now, a photo blog to remember us by...
6/30/13: Burbank, CA, USA
I’m sitting in our Burbank apartment, lying on our black vinyl couch for the last time. It was bequeathed to me 11 years ago by my father, after he asked if we needed any furniture for our move to California. Emphatically, yes. We didn’t have much money at the time and no jobs on the horizon. All we had were our NYU diplomas and a bit of moxie. Neither of us knew exactly what we wanted to do, we just knew we wanted to work in the movies.