Amick and I used to dread Mondays. Our alarm would go off and the weekday morning chaos would begin—the rushing, the cramming, the arguing. Breakfast was usually eaten standing or on the go, and goodbye hugs were always short. Our family was constantly heading off in different directions. Our three boys spent the day at school, while Amick and I went to work at our respective jobs. Then, before I knew it, we’d all be back together again, with just enough time for dinner and homework before the cycle repeated itself. Going to bed felt like hitting replay on the same day. Amick and I were constantly tired and constantly stressed. We weren’t parenting at our best, and our kids paid the price. Our marriage paid the price, too. We both knew something had to change…
I’ll never forget the day I called Amick with a wild idea. “I think we should buy an RV and travel the country,” I said into the phone. There was a brief pause on the other end. “I’ve been waiting for years to hear you say that,” he responded. We both agreed that we were working too much, and working for a lifestyle that we didn’t even get a chance to enjoy. Every hour of every day was accounted for, but there seemed to be no purpose in any of it. We had always admired tiny living and a minimalist lifestyle (I mean, who wouldn’t want to clean 240 square feet instead of 2,400). Plus, we knew—above everything else—that we needed to be more present with our boys.