I’ve been putting off writing this post for awhile. I’ve been waiting until I could write it in a positive note. Well folks, I don’t know when I’ll reach that positive point. So to spare you a negative rant from reverse culture shock, I’m going to tell you about the fortunes told to us before starting our trip.

During Chris’ birthday two years ago, our good friend read our fortunes. This was before we really planned to set out on our travels. It was suppose to be just for fun, but she read wildly different fortunes for us and they stuck with me. For this particular reading, she asked us to think of a question we wanted to know from the cards. At the time, I didn’t think we’d ever manage to travel around the world. From the time I was old enough to flip through National Geographic, traveling to far-off places was a dream of mine but I was about to give up on it. (As a side note, don’t ever give up on your dreams—they’re worth it!) So, I asked the cards whether we’d ever travel around the world. And guess what? The luckiest cards came up. It’s not possible to read a better fortune than mine that night. The position of the cards and their alignment could not get luckier.

And Chris’ fortune? Well, the unluckiest cards came up. It’s not possible to read a worse fortune than Chris’. I immediately started peppering Chris with questions. What did he ask?!? How could our fortunes be so wildly different; we were connected, weren’t we? Much later that night, after enduring an onslaught of my obsessive behavior Chris finally relented and told me his question. He’d asked about our happiness. This perplexed me. How could we travel the world AND not be happy. Those two don’t go hand in hand, in my mind.

A rational person might forget these fortunes; they’re hogwash after all. But, I’ve never claimed to be rational. For whatever reason, I believed in them. It wasn’t until our return, however, that I fully grasped their possible meaning. My fortune was about our travel and Chris’ fortune was about our return. His fortune foretold employment, economic, and relationship hardships—all things we are experiencing now.

Divided by nearly 3,000 miles, Chris lives on one side of the coast and I on the other. It is difficult to be separated after spending 24/7 together. We were never apart during our travels, not once. My friends joke that if we can make it through spending every day together and now 24/7 apart then we can make it through anything. I sort of think that’s true. This year of our return will be a challenging one. We’re both unemployed and living frugally while watching our savings dwindle. Perhaps, it will be more challenging than our year spent traveling but I’m confident we’ll make it. In the meantime though, I hope our fortune changes.

What about you, have you ever had your fortune told? And, did you put any stock in it?

3 Responses to “Life on the other side”

  1. Chris says:

    Chris “The Husband” says: I thought it was hooey then and I still think it is hooey now.

  2. KP says:

    Loved reading about your trip! I have to lean towards the hooey side, but the 2 coasts definitely stinks! I did it for 2 of the 7 years w/ my boyfriend. Now that it’s over I’m more or less glad it happened b/c I know I don’t ever want to do it again. No matter what it is (grad school, he is a rambling nomad, family ties, etc) the tough choices are a lot easier to make b/c I know I need to be near him.

  3. John says:

    Wait until you get out of the Army and no job, with two kids and $800 in the bank. Now that is panicsville. Savings, at least you had some. It will all work out, life is a fantastic journey.