Jill and I met in early 2010, through our then-boyfriends, who were best friends. We spent a lot of time together in typical double date scenarios but somehow we didn’t end up as friends then.

We didn’t dislike one another but we really didn’t seem to have much to say when we were alone together. I don’t even think we had each other’s phone numbers for the first two years.  In February 2013, we coincidentally ended our respective relationships within days of each other, and both found ourselves in a sort of terrifying place where we were realizing that after dedicating the last four years of our lives to building a life with one person, we had neglected a lot of our other interests and friendships.

We ended up spending a lot of time together suddenly and talking endlessly about all of the things we were going to do with our new found freedom, realizing every moment that we had so much more in common than we ever knew before. I had just moved into a new apartment and was slowly unpacking, Jill and I had planned to take our dogs for a walk when I had noticed a jar of salt in a box.

I had always kept it with me, it was from a trip years before to the salt flats in Utah, a place I so badly hoped to see again.

I ended up hastily sending Jill a text that read, “Actually do you want to go Salt Lake City? If we leave now we can watch the sunrise on the salt flats. Please say yes” an hour later we were heading towards the border with a really poorly packed car towards Utah. Somewhere on that 32 hour drive we decided everything was going to change. We spent nearly every day together after that, hatching plans for a longer escape.

That August we bought a trailer and decided to hit the road.

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We’ve been traveling together for the better part of three years now. It’s been a lot of miles covered, with the good days always outweighing the bad. We got really lucky and made a job out of it, working as photographers.

Whoever tells you to find a job you love and you’ll never work a day in your life got it all wrong, you will work every day. The difference is how you feel about it.

I found out quickly we were far better off working for ourselves than for someone else – using our collective time and efforts on something that was purely hours. We know how it feels to build something and that is what keeps us moving. We both agreed to stop driving if that feeling ever goes away.

For now, the long drives are still exciting and even if we talk in circles sometimes, there’s no one I’d rather do this with. If I’ve learned anything doing this, it’s that we never should have waited to take the leap.

Even though we found our way here eventually, I spent so much time waiting around for the perfect opportunity or circumstance. It’s easier to make excuses and stay comfortable than it is to take the risk. Sometimes you have to force it… to give yourself that push to make the decision you’ve been avoiding.

Expect things to get in your way, shit will happen. We’ve been through three vehicles and lost our last trailer in a rollover crash but we’ve dusted ourselves off to keep going.

We aren’t the kind of girls that give up easily.

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