I met Adam the day my brother died. Life doesn’t usually throw so many pivotal events into eight hours, but for me it did. Adam will never know my brother beyond pictures, and my brother will never know I met someone that I fell in love with and married. And that he came with a great dog.
We met and dated on Martha’s Vineyard, spending free time photographing and walking the harbors, dreaming of the places we could go if one of those boats were ours. We thought that was what life held in store. We’d graduate, get jobs, set aside some money, and take off with Sparky in tow.
Only it is never that simple, is it?
Maybe it would have been if we’d taken off running then. Only we didn’t. I was working on my Masters and Adam his Bachelors. To save rent, we bought a foreclosed house and sold it when I got a great job. But money didn’t keep up with the paychecks enough for us to get ahead and as we moved and moved again. We downsized, paid off bills, planned our escape, and kept working.
2015 marks fifteen years we’ve been together. We’ve had great adventures, but never THE adventure. Now Sparky is gone, our little dragon that sparked so many of our dreams. We waited too long.
Up until a few weeks ago, the plan was that we’d have everything paid off in two years plus some money in the bank. We would own the little off grid house we built together and use it as a base to return to (and store our things) when we weren’t traveling. Otherwise, we’d be wandering toward the horizon.
But something happened while we were away on vacation in Alaska. It wasn’t that we realized we had no interest in going home – that has been a common feeling on any vacation the last decade. And it wasn’t the realization that we’ve always had a goal set just a few years down the line – one that kept being pushed a few years down the line. We realized that problem a few years ago.
Rather, for me, it was waking up and knowing the time was now. It had to be now. It needs to be this fall or at the latest next spring. I feel like I’ve stepped into a new phase and that moment I’d been waiting for is here. And I have to go. And I’ll sell everything that I’ve carted with me and held dear, except Adam and the dogs, to do it.
All I want is an endless horizon with Adam by my side and the dogs sniffing the wind, a laptop to write on, a good camera for Adam, and the freedom to fill everyday with adventure.
I am Autumn Birt, a writer and artist with mischievous tendencies. I love the outdoors, which I blame on my parents for having named me Autumn! I do most of the writing and editing here. To check out my books, go to my website at www.AutumnWriting.com. You can connect with me on Twitter where I am known as weifarer and on Facebook.
I love to say high to people, so drop me a line anytime. And I won’t be offended if the your questions are really for the dogs. I’ll be happy to translate. 😉
I am Adam Paul, a photographer and Maine Wilderness Guide. I love the outdoors and get along with wildlife more than most people. But if you speak softly and don’t make sudden movements, I might stick around long enough to answer questions. The mechanic (often unwillingly) and photographer (gladly) of most of our expeditions, you can also find me on my photography website at www.theRavenGallery.com on Facebook and on Twitter.