It didn’t take long before arriving in Bolivia and unpacking our bags for that ominous feeling of homesickness to settle into my gut. It’s not easy uprooting your life and starting afresh on a different continent – even if only for a year.
Our family gap year begins now. As I write this, we are already on our way. We quit our jobs, pulled the kids out of school, rented out our lovely house, and we are leaving behind all our worldly belongings in a couple of 5x7x8 foot containers.
I’ve always had a real problem with authority. Especially the incompetent kind. If someone tells me not to push the red button, they’d better give me a damn good reason. It’s part due to my curiosity, and part the rebel in me.