12 Years of Vagabonding

12 Years of Vagabonding

On January 23, 2006, I began a journey from which I never really returned. At least my torso did; Delta made sure of that. But my mind, heart, and particularly my eyes, were irrevocably changed forever. The red pill was swallowed after a lifetime of eating blues for...

10 Years of Vagabonding: A New Adventure

In five days I will board a plane. I’ll watch as altitude dissolves Kentucky’s green landscape beneath me; wispy clouds and a brown, checkered patchwork will appear. Four shuddering engines will conspire to turn loved ones from flesh and blood into contacts on an...

Thoughts on the New Year

Inevitability just keeps clacking down the tracks to which we are tied. Not roaring or bearing down, just clacking along with lackadaisical energy. That’s what makes it feel so ominous. There’s no need for time to rush; your destiny will arrive one day...

7 Years of Vagabonding

Seven years since I left a ‘normal’ life. It all began this time of year, way back in 2006. I was cutting through the humid stink of Bangkok, taking rights when I should have been taking lefts, sweating through the overstuffed pack on my back. My first...

10 People Who Put Me on the Road

Today, a break from the travel norm. Something personal. I’m not a fan of the ubiquitous top-10 lists that spring up like weeds on every travel blog, but this one — long overdue — needs to be written. A handful of people in this world made me the person I am,...