So, a little over a year ago, my gal and I found ourselves growing weary of our long-burn jobs as well as all the attendant hoopla of being responsible adults. Dosed on nonstop digital noise and our self-imposed blur of busyness (can you relate?), all we knew for certain was we needed way more renewal than any two-week vacation, 100 sun salutations or juice cleanse could provide. So, we started plotting.
Part of our impetus came from our younger boy who’d just returned from a year of studying apex-fruits (durian) in Malaysia & Thailand. Additionally, he swung ice tools in Nepal and tapped into some thumpy Indonesian waves. We figured if this gap year trend was good for youngsters – trying to gain perspective and sort out a direction in life – it might also have therapeutic benefits for us post-middle agers. (Meeting all the AARP requirements, we began billing our decision to unplug as pretirement.)