There have been a few times that I regretted that decision, usually it involves me curling up in a ball, hand over my mouth, wondering why I would do such a stupid thing, and ending that thought with – I would be happier dead. Fortunately, I don’t succumb to seasickness as much as I used to.
I know I can say for sure, without even having to ask, that Bill has never looked back. His smile and laugh are so much apart of him now, I can’t remember him without.
And, so our life goes, this way and that way, country to country, island to island, and port to port.
Then one day we had enough. We decided to move on. We have decisions to make. Where will we go? Will we fit in? Should we buy a house and travel less, or should we just travel and be free?