I have an almost complete disregard of precedent, and a faith in the possibility of something better. It irritates me to be told how things have always been done. I defy the tyranny of precedent. I go for anything new that might improve the past. – Clara Barton
If all difficulties were known at the outset of a long journey, most of us would never start out at all. – Dan Rather
Wednesday, August 19, 2015 (DAY 1,261)
(*if you are illiterate or hate reading feel free to scroll down and just watch the video :) After spending a little over a month in Denver, Colorado after nearly three and a half-years of backpacking round the world, I'm back out on the road with no signs of stopping or slowing down, and while I had a chance to catch up with family and friends in the Mile High City, many people were very curious of course about my travels, obviously, and of course those that have returned home from extended travels, especially to multiple destinations, I get asked, "So, what was your favorite place?" I pause and think, where do I even begin. It is normally around this time that people realize I have a rolodex of memories and then they often ask me, "What was some of the more interesting things you have seen or done?" My response is, "well, how much time do you have?" Thankfully the reverse-culture shock wasn't nearly as I had expected, but to be fully honest I often felt sad for many people drowning in debt, buying things that aren't entirely necessary, and just overall not much has really changed for many in this amount of time. After reconnecting with my best friend Josh, I told him it's frustrating because I want to shake people and grab them and bring them along with me to experience how freeing it can be to live with minimal possessions, to wake up without the stress of; Am I going to have a job tomorrow? Will I be able to make this credit card or car payment this month? I hope I don't get sick or need surgery, that would cripple me financially. Even through all the various conversations I had with people, I felt as though much of my words fell on deaf ears, and I wanted to throw out a challenge and see if someone ANYONE from the United States would be willing to see if they can spend an entire weekend without electricity, and see how much this may change their family-life dynamics and productivity. Anyways, I've gotten off point as usual, but here is a video I edited of where I live in Seoul. The reason this came to me was not only questions about what living in a megacity with twice the population and the second highest population density for a city in the world. I'll never forget over lunch treating my friend Andrea to a nice sushi lunch downtown she asked if I had friends in Korea? I was a bit surprised because I've lived here for a year and yes I have plenty of friends. And, later on my younger sister told me that if I felt as though I wanted to come back to Colorado that I should. I love them both very much, but again I was surprised because I feel as though they think, along with maybe a few others, that I live this sad lonely life traveling solo, but I assured them that I actually have to work harder to be alone and NOT make friends then it is meeting people and striking up conversations that lead to friendships or even a relationship, such as I did while living in Nicaragua where I met a beautiful Costa Rican (Tica), Pamela. Well without further delay, please watch the #video #travel #blog of #hostel #life in #Seoul #SouthKorea.
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go. – T.S. Elliot
Friday, September 14, 2012 (DAYS 194 & 195)
Happy Birthday to my kid sister Tracy! I am so very proud of her and all that she has accomplished. I will always hold on to all of the memories we had growing up; staying up all hours of the night playing Super Mario World, running around the backyard with wooden sticks pretending to be members of the X-Men or Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, managing the most successful hotel out of our basement, the endless conversations and laughs we’ve shared at Old C and during the infamous garage time sessions, the wonderful dinners you would make me at your apartment, the passion and love that we share that is Denver Broncos football, her contagious laugh that could always bring a smile to my face no matter my mood, and countless other memories that we have shared. I love you little sister and miss you very much! I truly wish I could be there on your special day, sad panda, but I hope it’s a great one. Words can never express how much you mean to me through all of the love and support that you have given and I can never thank you enough for having you in my life!
Surprise! Secret messages reappear after a drought of several weeks from Lauren and this time she’s ready to Skype. It’s only been six months of trying to convince her to sign up and use this easy form of communication, so bravo my friend. It is good to see her face even though she is unable to see mine, and the conversation is a lengthy one that lasts almost two hours in duration. We discuss all of the changes that have occurred since my departure from a previous chapter in my life, and while things have changed they still carry the air of normalcy, which has been quite the difference in my experiences. At one point, she asks me how many people are actually doing what I am doing–foregoing a structured life for one that is full of uncertainties and carries the promise of adventure in such a liberating manner? Explaining to her that she would be surprised at the number of backpackers from around the globe that share this unique lifestyle and the willingness to explore all of the beauty that this world has to offer while learning more about themselves–genuinely accepting the life lessons that cannot be experienced any other way than to leave behind the pursuit of things and to passionately live beyond what you thought might be impossible, this is what I feel as though I can look back on in my life however long this journey may be for myself, and know that I was willing to not only follow, but live out the path for my life. Often I forget that I am more than 3,000 miles away from Denver, because each time I’m able to talk with friends and family back in the States it is with these conversations that keeps me connected to those I dearly miss.
I feel as though that many people are beginning to realize and even accept what I told them prior to leaving, which is the cold hard fact that I may never return to the States. I think that several people assumed that after four or six months of traveling I would realize that this was not quite for me and would return to Colorado. While the changes have not been without adjustment, sometimes more uncomfortable than others, it has taught me how little people truly need in order to live and how much I am willing to risk going in order to find out how far I can truly go myself.
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My name is Troy and I gave up a promising 12-year career to travel the world! Now after more than 4-years of continuous global travel, I've lived an incredible life and my goal is to inspire others to achieve their dreams!
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