I am favouring the latter. It would seem that the loss of a neighbour, an all-around top bloke, has pushed us over the edge.
Allow me to explain. Last week, our neighbour Max died of a massive stroke at the age of 55. Ok one day, gone the next. Troy is 47, and is a ticking timebomb genetically. Best estimates give him 5 years tops.
So what do we do? We decide, in our infinite wisdom, that life is too short, and it's time we did something for us. End result, at some stage in the next 12 months we are buying a campervan and taking off around Australia. For at least 2 years. As you do.
It'll be tough, and there will be weeks when we hate it, and each other. My degree will take longer to complete, and we will be extremely isolated. But, in keeping with the philospohy of 'Regret what you did, not what you didn't' we are going for it.
I am excited and terrified, and have already started the 'crap reduction' scheme.