Guest Post: Lynne Martin on Finding Home Sweet Home

Have you ever daydreamed about packing it up and starting anew? Then you’ll appreciate today’s Guest Post from Lynne Martin, author of HOME SWEET ANYWHERE: How We Sold Our House, Created a New Life, and Saw the World.

HomeSweetAnywhereLove in a 32-inch Suitcase

My head snapped around when I heard my husband Tim say, “If you’re going to live in a 500-square foot apartment in a country where you can’t speak the language, you’d better really like the person you’re with.”  The woman seated next to him at the dinner party giggled.

When we retired and sold our seaside California home in 2011, ditching most of our belongings and setting off with two 32-inch rolling duffels to live on the road full-time, we meticulously tended to the details:  insurance, finances, inoculations, and, of course, careful travel planning.  We anticipated the emotional turmoil leaving our four daughters and their families behind for much of each year would cause, but we were so focused on the excitement of our new lives that we never really spoke about the risk we could be taking with our relationship.

Maintaining a happy marriage was easy enough in a stable environment, one in which the partners enjoy the diversion of friends, community involvement, and some kind of personal private space – a den, an office, even a taking a moment alone at a desk in a spare room.   Figuring out new relationship guidelines was going to be as much of a challenge as learning to pack light for nine months and several climate changes. Facing years of constant togetherness in a series of rentals, some no bigger than an igloo, would we be stretching the seams of our tightly woven cocoon too far?

Our first romance, when we were in our thirties, had failed because we were each still seeking maturity in ways that weren’t compatible.  Thirty-five years later when we met again, my late husband was succumbing to Alzheimer’s Disease and Tim’s marriage was ending. Since we had missed the difficult years, we had not wounded one another in the inevitable conflicts long-married couples experience; child-rearing, career problems, money conflicts, infidelities, mid-life crises, and all other opportunities to inflict irreparable harm to each other. A late in life marriage made it easier for us to behave with patience, courtesy and kindness because we were not haunted by old tapes or scabs from previous wounds.  We were so compatible that our four daughters and some of our friends called us the “cult of two.” But could our cult withstand a life of derring-do for grown-ups, adrift in the world?LynneMartin_Photo

After all, despite our newfound compatibility, life on the go magnifies our differences. Tim is a more meticulous, persistent person than I, so he assumed the role of travel planner, a mantle that can become an anvil when things go wrong.  Discovering that our charming apartment in a quaint French village featured a treacherous 15th-century, four-story spiral stone staircase but no elevator; living in Florence’s summer heat without air conditioning, a feat almost impossible for normal mortals; or making an eighteen-day transatlantic crossing on a ship so decrepit that it was headed for dry dock were situations that sorely tested our accustomed courtesy and patience with each other.  Knowing that we wouldn’t be going “home” to regroup, but would continue on the road for the foreseeable future complicated our emotional reactions to adversity.  Resisting the urge to snap and blame sometimes required supreme self-control on both our parts and led us to establish one of our cardinal rules for our relationship-on-the-road: She who does not make the plan may not complain about the outcome.

In our new nomadic lifestyle, showing love is less about passion and more about patience. Once we’ve developed a plan, I don my cheerleader outfit, knowing we’re committed in more ways than one.  Mad romance isn’t much use when you’re wading through water up to your knees in the dark, sodden map in tatters, rain dripping down the back of your neck, lost in a pounding Istanbul storm with no taxis in sight.  True love is summoning the civility to say, “Don’t worry, sweetie, I know you’ll figure it out,” so your partner doesn’t feel even worse about having led you into such a dicey, soggy experience.

Whether you’re living in an igloo or a mansion, patience and kindness are the key ingredients to a love that works. Whether we’re averting a disastrous mistake or reveling in a perfect experience, every day we are together is a gift we could never have foreseen when we parted so long ago.  After living for thirty-five years without each other, sharing 500 square feet together feels perfectly comfortable for this cult of two.