Let’s start at the very beginning, a very good place to start….

My husband Will and I decided long ago that when the stars aligned and the time was right, he was going to pursue working as a traveling physical therapist. Per usual, life got in the way and we lost our compass for a little while. After several unplanned delays to our grand plan, we came to a very serious crossroads. It was decision time.

Our lease was ending at our rental and the house was being sold, we couldn’t renew even if we wanted to. We weren’t ready financially (or let’s be honest, mentally) to leap with both feet into the nomad lifestyle. We threw several ideas around about how to move forward, but the one that kept coming back was traveling. It was something we had both always dreamed of doing. Something that just felt right in our bones. So we resolved to make it happen. Come hell or high water, we were going for it.

There were several months of uncertainty before traveling became a reality. We spent six months grinding out our plan, trying to get all the moving parts organized. It was a frustrating process, but it helped that we had a great support network. As summer turned to fall, our dream started to materialize.

In November, things kicked in to overdrive. Will began contacting traveling companies, looking for information. Within 24 hours, he had more than 40 recruiters vying for his attention. It was incredibly overwhelming. He decided on the company that left him the most professional voicemail and began the process of finding an assignment. We’ll save the dirty details of recruitment and placement for another day, but suffice it to say things moved REALLY fast.

Our original plan was for Will to find a travel job in Idaho – not very exciting to start in your home state, but we figured it would be the easiest option. That way there wouldn’t be any messy licensing requirements or moving shenanigans, and he’d be able to get to work quickly. Or so we thought. Best laid plans, right?

After a whirlwind few days of phone calls, emails, paperwork, interviews, and extreme anxiety, he got his first offer.

We were headed to…..drumroll, please…..Minnesota!

My home state.

The land of 10,000 lakes.

In the dead of winter.

Yay. (insert heavy sigh)

Truthfully, we were happy to be heading back to Minnesota. We would be close-ish to my family and it was familiar territory. We had three weeks to get our stuff, and ourselves, from Idaho to Minnesota…yikes.

We made it. It wasn’t pretty, but we made it.

For now we have settled in to our little rental and are slowly learning what this whole traveling thing is all about. I hope you’ll stay tuned, there’s so much more to come!

Can’t hit the road without a new car, right? Adulting is fun sometimes….