Two year ago today, the wheels of my plane touched down in Bangkok, Thailand. The 23 hours worth of flying and stressing had left me tired, foggy, and wondering what the hell I was doing here. It was my first serious trip outside of the US, and I honestly had no idea what to expect. I didn’t even have a proper guidebook. I did not know how long that I would be gone, I was here on a one way ticket.
Its hard to believe that this is already the 2 year anniversary of my new vagabonding life. It would be an understatement to say that it went quick. I shudder to think about how much that I have changed in those 2 years….how much more simple things have become, but at the same time, how complicated as well. I think that too much time alone on the road has pushed me over the line between happy hippy backpacker and tortured soul. Introspection can be a drug.
When I quit my cubicle dwelling job and started all of this, I placed my things into an expensive storage unit. Like everyone seems to, I thought that these changes were temporary. I figured that the traveling would wear off and I would eventually crawl back to a job of some sort – I had no idea that my trip would last a lifetime.
This blog was started as a cool way to tell my family and friends that I was still alive, and admittedly as a way to make my ex-coworkers a little jealous. I never promoted it in any way, and watched it mysteriously grow into the tens of thousands of readers. Now it has even influenced my new career paths. Thank you for reading and supporting me through all of this.
Although I am home for the moment, my eyes are always on the horizon. Somewhere in Indonesia, a volcano is ripping up through the jungle and inviting me to come climb up to the rim. God knows that I am ready to do it. Soon.
Life is unpredictable, and life is good!