Travels with My Mortgage
My blog is called Travels With My Mortgage because my one consistent travel companion in the last 11 years has always been my house payment. I didn’t start traveling extensively until I was in my early-30s, after my husband I had bought a house and we had a monthly payment. Behind all my travel stories around the world is a wonderful home, a finanical obligation, and decisions about how we can budget our lives so that I could follow my passion.
The end of lost
We were told later that when we hit the ground, it only made one sound—a single, dense thud representing two bodies being taken down simultaneously. I didn’t hear a noise when it happened. I was too shocked to find myself no longer upright. Only a second before, I had been straddling my bike, squinting through the rain as I looked forward down the road ahead of me. Now I was lying on a set of railroad tracks in an industrial area of downtown Baltimore, wearing a black trash bag like an oversized, awkward, and useless raincoat. I was soaking wet and miserable.