ShellyJelly wrote:
I am ready for us to quit our jobs, rent out both units in our two family house and live on the road...permanently...my husband (John) needs some convincing. Our son will be 24 this summer, so he doesn't need us to provide for him anymore. John's biggest concern seems to be not being here for his mom 75 & my parents mid 60's, we are in our 40's. It's not that they need us to for care for them, he says it's the guilt we will have if something happens and we aren't here.
I don't know if I'm being selfish or maybe ignorant. I just think WE could be sick or dead tomorrow, never mind everyone else. Do you think he has a valid reason not to leave?
No, there is no valid reason not to leave, at least not because of the parents.
We are 49 and 55. Our parents are in their late 70's. For them, it wasn't a shock, because it was something they knew, 15 years prior, we were planning on doing.
What we do is include them in our journey. We have photo sharing, send emails and texts, and include them in our adventure. We talk on the phone usually once a week.
Actually, it has been a positive experience for them. We think in ways, it has actually made them a little younger. Isn't what every parent wants is to see their kids happy? They get to see and hear about places they have never been. They get to see and hear our experiences and are very happy along WITH us.
We assured them, if anything ever happens, we are just a plane flight away.
We still see them for the Holidays, for now, but that will probably change in the next few years. You have to break them in slowly...:B
If you have money for an exit plan down the road, can afford the fulltime lifestyle ( not cheap ), and have plenty of reserves, hit the road girl. If is something you both really want to do, and it is the life you worked hard for, you only get one shot. The only regret we have, is not doing it sooner.
Best of luck to you.
Edit... We also have the " find my friends " on my iphone. They get a kick out of watching us travel. The classic moment.... One time we stopped for lunch in a little podunk town somewhere in the midwest. It just happened to be a fire/ police station.
That night, when we talked to them, the first question was... Were one of you in jail?
It was one of the precious moments over the last year and a half.