“That’s always been my dream!”, “Can I come with you?”, “Oh, I’m so jealous!”.
Almost everyone says one of these three things when we tell them we’re going travelling… for a year. Not one single person has reacted with “that is a bad idea”. Most just say it’s unbelievable. Everyone wants to do something like this but very few actually get the chance to do it. For reals. It has taken a while for the trip to become real for us too. Actually, we’re still having a hard time conceptualizing the whole idea because for the last two decades we’ve been galloping just like you have. Weekend to weekend, season to season, Summer to Christmas to Summer. So we’re breaking the rules and slacking big time. One full year to travel, explore, slow down and most importantly, be together, all day, every day. No rush, no real itinerary and perhaps most importantly NO alarm clock!
Admittedly (and perhaps like you Miss maker of the bacon) I’ve been distracted by the irresistible pull of social media, preoccupied with developing work ‘content’, constantly sleep deprived and ok downright crabby… for the last 20 years. Its embarrassing and frankly a little nauseating to admit that there have been more than a few times I’ve prioritized a silly little radio show over my family. Missed school field trips for big meetings. Didn’t volunteer as class helper because I was interviewing the latest musical sensation and just plain skipped parent teacher meetings completely because they were passed my bedtime. Yup…I ignored these guys. Clearly, I was totally nuts. I’m blaming the sleep deprivation.
Now is the perfect time to show them how much they mean and have meant to me all these years. To make up for being a self-centred jerk who asked them to step back while I put myself first. To see them, listen to them, BE with them and not just between naps, meetings and appointments but on their schedule. Doing what they want, when they want to do it. Oh, and by the way? Anywhere they want. My career has been on the front burner for way too long and they never once complained. They quietly crept around on tippy toes while I napped. They shushed the dog and played outside in the rain so they wouldn’t wake me up mid-afternoon while many families are sharing grapes, doing homework and talking about their weird teacher.
This “year of travelling” idea is very exciting and at the same time totally scary. What if that much time together backfires and we end up sullen, grouchy and all over each other’s nerves? A chance you’d be willing to take right? Thought so. What if we contract some weird disease or get held up by gypsies and regret ever leaving good old safe and comfortable Canada? Give your head a shake McGuire, you’re not going to Kabul, you’re going to Provence for crying out loud and maybe a few as yet undetermined comfy, modern European nooks and crannies.
Wait, what about the deadly career hiatus? One veteran Vancouver radio personality told me that if I was off the air and out of the market for more than a year I’d become irrelevant and would have-a-very-hard-time-ever-finding-work-in-this-town-again-trust-me-I’ve-seen-it-happen-over-and-over-again. Guess what? That is a very honest, accurate and completely 100% true statement. But sometimes you’ve gotta take a flyer. I never even took maternity leave. Why? because I am an total idiot and I was actually naive enough believe that it was a good idea to do a morning radio show from my basement between loads of laundry with a 4 week old baby in my arms. That wasn’t exhausting at all! Frankly, my husband Cam did all the late night legwork. He really did. So let’s take that ‘mat leave’ now. My career may be kaput and I may very well achieve dinosaur broadcaster status but that’s ok. I’ll take my chances on a year in flip flops. Because these guys…are worth it!
If you’re wondering about our 21 year old son Holden, he’s a grown man (how did that happen?) living in Montreal, working and exploring his artistic side. Sadly he won’t be joining us, I’ll miss him like crazy. Especially when I see some innovative street art or enjoy a big cold beer in the sun, which just might be daily.
I’m going to be writing about our adventures, fails and fights, amazing meals, discoveries of travel and the heart here at www.taramcguire.com every week so please keep in touch. Maybe along the way I’ll figure out what to do when we get home next August??? If you’re really keen, or my Mom, and would like to travel without the carbon footprint you can subscribe to have the blog delivered free of charge to your cute little inbox every week by signing up at the bottom right of this page. Thanks for coming along with us. I have no idea what the hell is going to happen. But I can wait to find out!
Love ~ tara