sidecar monk

the big idea

A few weeks after I turned thirty, our house officially sold and we found ourselves living in a one-bedroom rental apartment roughly the size of our old living room. It was a deliberate choice. It was part of a plan or at least an idea.

I was aware that what we were planning was not unique: quitting our jobs, selling our house-load of possessions and traveling to another country for an extended period of time was not a new concept. But since I am not particularly daring, this plan felt like a Really. Big. Deal.