Could they do it? Could they really just do it? Ryan and Samantha had talked about it for months now. Both in their mid-30s, both having worked hard to get to the upper tier of the public relations firm where they first met. Sure, the money was rolling in along with the big projects but what of it? Something was missing. Outwardly, they were a couple who appeared to have it all but from the inside, they longed for more. They had discussed, more than once, chucking it all. Chucking the corporate life in exchange for back packs and a one way ticket to Europe where they would take their luck as it came. No more predictability. No more polite nods to the same people day after day on their way into work. No more Tuesday night yoga and Saturday morning basketball. No more Bleecker Street Pizza every Friday night. They both wanted to be open to the world and all that it had to offer in a way that neither of them had been before.
The morning sun beamed brightly through the Victorian-style windows of their bedroom that Saturday morning. They were both sprawled out on the bed. Monthly bills laid out for inspection.
“Sam, honey, you’ve got to focus”. “We’ve got to figure this money thing out”. “I’m sorry”, she said as she continued gazing out the window. Her eyes transfixed on a tiny sailboat’s red flag, flapping happily in the breeze on the Hudson. I was just thinking….