What a Year on the Road Does to a Marriage

Nine months in, and we’ve slept in more beds than I can count—some with springs poking through, some under mosquito nets, some where we didn’t talk for hours. People think a year of backpacking with your partner is some endless honeymoon. It’s not. It’s fighting over SIM cards in a bus station at midnight. It’s learning how she likes her tea in three different languages. It’s realizing you can’t hide from each other, or from yourself, when there’s nowhere else to go. We’ve lost things: tempers, chargers, patience. We’ve found new versions of each other, too. Some days I miss home. Some days I’m scared of going back. Ask us anything. We’re still figuring it out. #TravelCoupleTruths #LongTermTravel #NotAlwaysPretty #Travel