When we left Australia on March 1, toilet paper was aplenty on supermarket shelves, New York had only just confirmed its first case of Covid-19 and the humble handshake was not yet taboo. We were terrified, but not because of a virus. We'd rolled the dice, trading our dream house, careers and familiar lifestyle for an uncharted, open-ended escapade around the globe, our three-year-old and four-year-old daughters in tow.

It all started with a wild thought. A question. What if we could leave normal life behind, sell our belongings and go on a global adventure with our children? What if we could step outside convention, be more present with our girls and just live life to its fullest.

Our transition into full-time wanderers didn't just happen at the drop of a hat. We spent many months and moon-lit hours getting all our ducks in a row. The ignition spark for our travels came while we lived in a partially refurbished house, situated on a sprawling two-acre property on the Gold Coast. The sale of this house was the linchpin of our ambitious plan, which meant the completion of a sizable renovation. So, we penciled in an auction date and embarked on a round-the-clock renovation marathon.