As I grow into my twenties and learn more about myself, I don't know if I necessarily want or don't want those things any more. All I know is that if they happen, I want them to happen in an exciting way. An adventurous, passionate, stimulating kind of way. A way that my husband and I intentionally choose, on a path that we actively decide to pursue, not just moving along as the current of life pushes us in the direction we’re expected to travel.
My husband is seeking a commission in the United States Marine Corp. (That sounds super formal to me but I’m just going with how Matthew told me to describe it... in normal people talk he is going into the military and becoming a USMC Officer.) He’s already spent four years as an enlisted Marine and deployed around the world, and when he left the Corp. three years ago we thought it was the end of that chapter. I know it’s way more common for Americans, but military life was completely foreign to me before I met Matthew. His heart is pulling him back though and I completely support his decision, so here we are, wrapping up life in Canada, and getting ready to make some serious changes. We are heavily considering international posts and experiencing ex-pat life in a new corner of the world, but for now we have a few adventures that need to happen first.
Despite planning for everything now, Matthew's training is delayed until this time next year, so before I officially become a "Marine Wife" we’ve decided to take a break to travel. We’ve worked our butts off to save a bunch of money and want to spend some quality time with our families and friends in the States and Canada. With the extra time we're also so stoked to go on a four month long backpacking trip through Central America from January to April next year!!!
Tuesday was a pretty momentous morning for us. It was the first day back after Labour Day weekend aka the official end of summer aka back to school for Canadians (you Americans are weird with your early August start dates!). Instead of rushing off to work and class, like we’ve done for so many years in the past, on Tuesday we enjoyed brunch together with the sunlight streaming across the kitchen table and purchased plane tickets to San Pedro Sula, Honduras.