1. I’m out.
I’m a stubborn dude. It’s highly unlikely I would have stuck through some of the things I’ve done – eating the hottest chili on Earth, twisting my ankle jumping off that bridge – if I was more willing to just admit that I didn’t want to do them. I wonder sometimes what my life would have been like if I had been better at simply walking away.
I stuck with traveling constantly for three years. I lived out of a backpack that entire time, eating ¢19 noodle packets and free hostel bread. I lived in a car for five months. By the time I decided to find a home base, to settle down and transition my trips into shorter, more manageable beasts, I had utterly destroyed my body, my health, my sense of civilization. I’m now teaching myself how to live in a world I won’t be leaving anytime soon. It’s going… okay.
I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy my time abroad, or that I wish I had cut it to an end sooner. But from now on, I’m definitely going to have no problem realizing that my time could be spent in other ways