Last updated Jan 25, 2021 | First published on Jan 23, 2021 | Vagabonding Anniversaries
The road is my sweetheart, and today is our anniversary. Exactly 15 years ago, I was getting on a one-way flight to leave the United States for the first time and begin my vagabonding life. After making an escape from Corporate America followed by three weeks of...
Last updated Jan 24, 2019 | First published on Jan 23, 2019 | Travel Stories, Vagabonding Anniversaries
I am happy to report, that after 13 years since leaving for my first vagabonding trip abroad, still alive! Today marks the 13th trip around the sun for my odd, travel-centered, low-paying, high-reward lifestyle of choice. I left the despair of my IBM cubicle in...
Last updated Nov 27, 2018 | First published on Jan 23, 2018 | Vagabonding Anniversaries
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...
Last updated Nov 16, 2018 | First published on Mar 18, 2016 | Vagabonding Anniversaries
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...
Last updated Nov 7, 2018 | First published on Jan 10, 2014 | Vagabonding Anniversaries
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...
Last updated Nov 7, 2018 | First published on Feb 1, 2013 | Vagabonding Anniversaries
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...
