Atop Guadalupe Church in San Cristobal de las Casas, Chiapas, Mexico

About Us

Howdy! We’re Stacey & Craig, slow travelers.

If we happened to be in the same restaurant several years ago, you might have overheard us talking about how we wanted “someday” to live abroad for an extended period of time. About how our online business would allow us to do that, and about how wonderful it would be. And you might have rolled your eyes, because clearly there was a lot of talk going on, but not a lot of action.

That pipe dream of ours had in fact become its own hobby, similar to the time I realized I didn’t actually have a fever for learning to PLAY the ukulele, but instead that I just wanted to own one and look at it because they’re so damned appealing.

Unlike my (lack of) passion for ukulele playing, though, we LOVED to travel. We backpacked Europe after college, traipsed around the US as opportunities and desire arose, and visited Thailand for 2 weeks on a frenzied but delightful tour. The trips were wonderful and the experiences memorable, but we were only travelling once every few years and, well, we weren’t getting any younger.

The type of travel we WANTED to do was different than what we’d been doing. You know that moment when you’re visiting somewhere far away & lovely, and say “what would it be like to LIVE here”? And you imagine which cottage or condo you’d live in, and which market you’d visit daily for fresh veggies, and how the crotchety old baker at the corner boulangerie would know you by name and smile as you entered for your morning baguette? 

I don’t know about you, but we did that at Every Single Place we visited. What would it be like to be a local, even temporarily? We didn’t want a quick tour, or a long weekend break, or the “if it’s Thursday it must be Belgium” experience. We wanted to live long-term somewhere. We wanted to travel slowly.

The things that kept us from going from pipe dream to reality were not insurmountable, but they definitely felt so at the time. Honestly, most of the barriers felt so – murky – that we didn’t even know where to begin. 

Do any of these questions sound familiar to you? These were a fraction of the ones running through our mind:

  • – Would it be financially feasible for us to live out of the US long term?
  • – Where would we want to live for an extended period of time?
  • – What would we do with our house?
  • – What would we do with our 2 sweet cats?
  • – How would we break this huge news to our family & friends?
  • – How the heck do we get an extended visa, and whatever else we would need to legally live abroad?

It would be a better story to report that because of a near-death experience or other major event, we woke up to the fact that time is short and that it was time to take action. In reality, it was more that we wore ourselves down. One night at a family get together, I heard myself telling my sister-in-law AGAIN that someday we were going to move out of the country for an extended period of time. She was lovely as normal and didn’t roll her eyes, but hearing myself repeat the same ol’ pipe dream? Well, sad but true – I bored myself and what’s more, felt a truly deep exasperation. For the first time I thought:

“Are we going to live out the rest of our lives without having this experience we say we want so badly?”

As grim as that moment was for me, we moved onto other topics and I’d forgotten my concern by the end of the party. It was the next week, when Craig went for coffee with a couple of our friends, that the major realization hit. Aly and Alex are a wonderful and well-traveled couple who over coffee were looking online for a place to rent for the month in Southeast Asia. For the month. In one place. Craig watched their searches with keen interest and by the end of their kaffeeklatsch, what had been a pipe dream felt – DOABLE.

Craig came home with a strange look on his face that day. He shared his experience and we talked and talked. After a while, we decided together that we needed to either a) Do It, or b) Stop talking about it. Basically, we needed to shit or get off the pot. Pardon my French.

We gave ourselves one week, no longer, to do initial research. By initial research, I mean mostly number crunching, because if it wasn’t feasible financially it wasn’t going to happen. We crunched and researched and pondered and discussed. Various versions of this quote kept flitting through my brain: “The only things you’ll regret in life are the risks you didn’t take”. And we pondered and discussed some more.

At the end of the week, we took a deep breath and made the concrete decision: We were going to move to Thailand for 1 to 2 years. We actually shook hands on it. It was late-October, and we decided to move in the 2nd week of January. Just enough time (we hoped) to prepare and pack, but not enough time for us to lose our gumption.

There was So Much we didn’t know, but honestly, in a lot of ways the most difficult bit was done. We had made the decision and the firm commitment to our choice. 

We didn’t know at that time that we would choose to spend over a year in Mexico & Colombia after our year in Thailand. We didn’t know that the choices we made would allow us to pay off a significant credit card debt in addition to having a life changing experience. All we knew was that moving abroad was actually less scary than the thought of getting old living small.

It’s perfectly ok to be an armchair traveler, if that’s what makes you happy. Seeing my ukulele in the corner gives me pleasure, even though I can’t play it. But if you feel, as we did, a strong desire to actually travel long-term, well, I hate to break it to you, but you’re not getting any younger either. 

If we can help you make the decision and understand some of the logistics, we would love that. If we can support you as you make plans and check off your pre-trip boxes, nothing would make us happier.

Please contact us with any questions!