A little less Conversation...

Money is a big issue when planning to do something like this, it costs an awful lot to spend your days doing nothing!

The redundancy option would make all the difference. Without it, we would feel less comfortable about not having jobs and, somewhere to live, in our mid fifites! 

Even with the extra money, that feeling of not knowing how things will turn out, is enough to make the strongest will and desire, waver.

Getting everything to fall in to place at the right time, is more by luck than design. Hoping the house would sell when we wanted it to, and also keeping fingers crossed that the voluntary redundancy option, would still be available when we needed it. We also hoped that the terms of the package on offer wouldn't change, as the latest rumour doing the rounds suggested might be the case.

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Frustratingly, it took 12 months to sell the house but, the good thing about that was that we hadn't changed our minds. If anything we were now convinced that it was the right thing to do....for us.

With the house sold, my request for redundancy went in at work. It wasn't as simple as just asking. Certain criteria had to be met before your request was granted. Fortunately, the crossed fingers paid of, and I got my letter stating that I had been accepted. 

It also made it clear that there was to be no, changing of the mind, on my part. There was my finish date, in black and white. There was no going back now!

We had a couple of months to get everything in order. We decided to sell most of the furniture in the house, as it didn't make sense to have goods in storage, which had to be paid for, only to find that it was horribly out of fashion or not working anymore, or just not to our taste anymore, when we didn't know how long this little adventure was going to last.

It got emotional here and there, for both of us. It's natural, you start to realise the magnitude of your decision, which was now taking on a life of it's own. We had no choice now though, than to keep moving in the direction that we had both chosen. We had no jobs, and no where to live. We had to keep looking forwards. It was time to get that motor-home!