There are roughly 52 Saturdays in a year. Subtract a big portion of them due to bad weather, work, family commitments, maintenance chores on the house or car, and whatever else seems to always sneak in and steal free time. Anyone will agree that the weekends left to do things we enjoy, such as get outdoors, are precious and few. That seems to be when we do the most “living.”

Now with the math done, imagine having four years worth of Saturdays compressed into a single year. Where only time is concerned, that is what I was blessed with in 2006. I believe that our experiences make us who we are, and I can feel the difference after having experienced so much in such a relatively short time period, compared to previous years in my life. It is a chaotic-yet-welcome way to experience life…and I want more!

One year ago today on January 23, I hopped on a plane and left for Southeast Asia. The only plan I really had was to wander around aimlessly until I ran out of money. I ended up getting more than that, and had the trip of a lifetime. The people I met and the experiences I enjoyed have changed my life forever.

I sat inside today and re-read my travel journal from Thailand, Cambodia, and Laos. As the freezing wind blew outside and the 0 degrees C Kentucky weather knocked on my windows, I relived parts of my trip. Many times I felt my heart pounding away inside of my chest just remembering some of the things I did (some very stupid even!). If anyone can make a guardian angel curse, I probably did. Instead, I am sitting here with all my arms, legs, fingers, and toes still intact and attached while writing about my memories. Life is so good!

The only shadow of regret that I have is that I wish I would have been even more budget conscious, especially in Europe. I am twitching to get back to Thailand while the season is prime, and to meet up with good friend and fellow member Simon. I could pull off the trip, but I would be in a not-so-enjoyable financial situation when I returned, so I have decided to exercise some common sense (damn) and try to earn some money before I set off again. Where are those blog sponsorships when you need them? 🙂

Speaking of blogs, I am sure this one has turned quite boring compared to the past, and I feel guilty with every post because it pushes the real adventure posts lower and lower. Bare with me, vagabonding is not dead, just suspended until I get squared away, then it will begin (again). Until then, please share your adventures with me, both home and abroad, and let me know if I can help in any way.