Is it just me or is the first post almost always awkward? I don’t know where to start, but I suppose the natural thing would be share why this blog exists.

People always comment that I travel a lot. I suppose that is true, but I can’t conceive of my life without it. I was lucky enough to grow up with quite a bit of travel experience; my first overseas trip was, I believe, when my parents took me to London when I was one or two years old. THANKS MOM AND DAD!

So I was bitten by the travel bug very very early in life, and it’s like opening Pandora’s box. Once you’ve travelled, you can’t not travel. We did annual family trips until about the time I graduated from university. And as I started earning my own way, travel was still high on my list.

My first solo travel experience was when I was 23 and I went to Japan. But the experience that gave me the bug for solo travel came later in 2010. It was a trip within a trip; I was in California with friends but I went solo on a river-rafting tour of the Grand Canyon and I loved it!

Actually, that trip and that time of my life awakened a lot of things in me. A lot of questions about myself and my life that I was fighting to find answers to. The quarter-life crisis, if you will. I like to think I’m getting closer to discovering those answers, but it’s a process, not a destination.

As for this blog: since I’m about to embark on my most ambitious solo trip so far, I thought it would be pretty cool to document it and all of the new experiences and lessons that I learn along the way. I hope it’ll be personal, and informative, and fun. If you’re wondering about the name of the blog, the whole story is here.

So yeah, welcome!