My story…
My travels started on December 10th, 2019 whenI closed the door to my house for the last time.
The previous three months had been a whirlwind. Selling my house of twenty-three years. Relinquishing most everything I owned. Then saying goodbye to friends — and to a life that I had focused on building for so many years.
It sounds a bit sad, but it wasn’t. I was ready. Ready for a new adventure.
I’ve always loved travel. In the back of my head I had always hoped I’d get to a time in my life where I could do it full time. Explore the countries I’ve only dreamed about. Wander aimlessly down dusty roads. Waking up having no idea what the day would bring. And of course, meeting people from different places and seeing how our lives connected.
These dreams started that day.
I wanted adventure. I got it. Three months after I left, Covid hit. Hard. I had a choice to make. Come back to the US or continue my travels. It was obvious that there was no going back.
It has been an interesting time to travel during the Covid years. So many people felt trapped, unable to move. But I saw a different world. One that seemed to be on pause — to the relief of many who had been exhausted by years of over-tourism.
But as the crowds returned, I have continued on my journey. I am interested in how the world is resetting. New world indeed.
The purpose to this blog has changed over the years. What started as blow by blow descriptions, has evolved into more self-reflection. I have seen travel change me. Certainly, I am not the person who set out all those years ago.
I am still the optimist. We are living in an exciting time in a big glorious world. I feel lucky to be out there. And happy to share my insights with you.