Guest blogger Clare Watson writes about giving up the rat race to enjoy the beauty of traveling slowly around the world with and her fiancé and a 7-foot triple surfboard bag.
Ten months ago in an Airbnb apartment lofted above Melbourne, my boyfriend and I sat on the lounge room floor and flicked through a tattered world atlas. We joined the dots between distant destinations and imagined a life not spent counting down the weeks apart and then wishing time would slow for the rare days we had together. We were living split between the east and west coasts of Australia, waiting for the next scheduled visit.