Once again, I've lost a whole pile of my things in a foreign country. But instead of this spurring me to reject materialism and all its perceived evils, I choose to embrace it.
I've been so busy, I completely abandoned blog posts for six months. In that time, I went to ten different countries, bought a motorbike and learned to ride it, and made a few websites.
Feeling adrift in Istanbul, a city of minaret spires and sludgy coffee that spans two continents. More rambling on "home" when you're a vagabond.
I spent a month slow-travelling through Southeast Asia's broken places. My tales of losses, gains, and high-powered automatic rifles amid the chaos.
I've recently come to the realization that I do everything in a rather unorthodox way. Somehow, it all works, and I'm intensely happy.
This whole world-tour business is pretty intense. I've travelled a lot, but it still trips me up sometimes. Here's how I'm staying sane, so far.