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Then in 2005 I began the overland part of this current journey thinking it would only take a year or so. That was 8+ years ago and yes I’m still going. This solo migration has been a much greater task than I ever expected.
It’s not so easy to find a home as I am finding out. If I don’t find something, I am toast. I am not the only one People throughout the ages have done similar things.
Look at the millions clawing their way out of developing countries in search of a better place to live…


I first fell in love with Spain and discovered my love of wandering 5 years ago when I studied abroad for a year in Salamanca, and during which time I backpacked around most of Europe.
Since that glorious year, I have done everything in my power to come back. I spent a winter in Rome, studying ancient architecture and history, a spring break in Peru, and another summer in Madrid, researching in the National Library.
I then travelled around the UK, Slovenia and Croatia. It didn’t take long for me to figure out that 9 to 5 jobs and cubicles are not for me…


Jason & Aracely

On March 29, 2009, in a casual conversation, (as casual as the one that placed them next to the Colorado River that fall in 2006), we stumbled onto the idea of dropping everything and go traveling—correction, go backpacking.
We both grinned at the thought of this being a feasible adventure. “Why not?” we asked each other.
Neither of us could come up with a good reason (or worthy excuse) not to. We both knew this would be our next adventure…


When I found out earlier this year, right around my birthday that I was diagnosed with thyroid cancer, in my neck. It was only natural of me to want to pack my bags and just leave.
I’ve seen what hospitals can do, what sickness can do to your mind. I didn’t want to bear all of that. I wanted to run to the nearest airport.
But… I realized that this was a journey that I had to face, to get my health back on track and get back to what I truly love..


What I’ve found in the last two years is not so much happiness, but peace. What you will discover in this lifestyle is that happiness is not bound to objects. In fact, I toss away material things without much thought, except a favourite shirt or two.
But really, go buy a new one in a new country. It’s that simple. If anything, happiness is connected to experiences and people.
Whether I’m meeting up with a reader in whatever city I’m in or sharing with colleagues at a conference, I seek connection more and more. It’s what keeps me rooted to the ground…


After almost 20 years in the corporate world I quit my job over 3 years ago, starting to travel extensively and making a long-lived dream become true. My life suddenly changed.
I eventually had the time to travel more often and for longer periods, but I was also 20 years older. It must have been a latent thought, which I became fully aware of during my Southeast Asia trip last year.
Getting older changed my travel perspective. And a few things which once were of minor importance have become a priority. Travel has become a matter of experiencing and feeling emotions, more than seeing places and doing things…


If it was difficult to explain to this old man that I spent months in a row traveling even more difficult was for him to understand that I actually quit a job to do this.
We have come from a far away land to visit countries like yours, to meet people like you and to go on with our horizons more broad than before.
“But you didn’t even bring anything to sell? What’s the point of all this traveling if at the end you run out of money and go back with empty pockets?”…


Sebastian Canaves

There is nothing worse than doing a work you hate. Time doesn’t pass by and 5 minutes feel like an hour and an hour feels like a day. Who doesn’t know this feeling? I’ve done jobs that felt like this.
Today I want to stop the time. It is so much fun to do all those things that I sometimes wish my days would have 48 hours and I wouldn’t need to sleep. This only happens if you are really passionate about something and love what you are doing.
Don’t get me wrong, following your dreams doesn’t mean that every minute is full of fun and happiness. It is hard doing what you want. Especially in the beginning it is hard to go your way…


I had no plans to travel the world. I had no considerable amount of money in the bank. No real savings.
I had finally moved into an apartment that I loved; after looking for a decent place to live for over two years (anybody who has ever lived in London knows how hard it is to find a nice apartment).
And yet I resigned from my job and announced I’d take some time off to travel. A completely spontaneous decision….


There was a number of things that motivated me to travel and turn my back on a 9 to 5 life in Australia.
It started when I was still in high school and had a friend on the other side of the world who I emailed, sent normal old letters via post to and chatted to back when it was very uncool/creepy to talk to people online.
As I grew older I became more interested in the history of places and how things came to be. But it was still just a dream, the thought of actual travel abroad on my own was far too scary an experience…


There was no destination and no path, just one foot in front of the other. Waking up; driving to work; eating lunch; watching TV; going to bed. And rinse and repeat. And repeat.
At times, in the belly of the night or after a soul-sucking day, discussions would cast a passing light on the bars of this insidious cage. Innumerable life-altering epiphanies fled during those nights, no match for the daily cycle.
And then one frigid December night everything tipped over. The responsibilities and routines and reasons scattered like bugs from beneath a rock. They looked as minuscule and ugly as bugs, too…


Marina K. Villatoro

When I was 28 years old, tired of living the not-so-fun single life in Manhattan, I took my backpack and hopped on a bus going south.
My original plan was to see the world, but I kind of got stuck in Latin America.
I crossed the border from Belize to Guatemala and camped on the grounds of Tikal, the ancient Mayan ruins, next to a young Latino guy who spoke perfect English and made it his mission to follow me until I caved in and fell in love with him…


Lauren Juliff

In 2011, I quit my job, sold everything I owned and left England for what was supposed to be a one year trip around the world. I thought I was making a huge mistake.
I’d never travelled alone, and never for more than two weeks at a time. I had no life experience, zero common sense, and had never eaten rice or been on a bus. I suffered from debilitating anxiety, was battling an eating disorder, and had just had my heart broken.
Like a lot of people, I hoped that travel would fix me. Travel changed my life…


For the most part, my husband has worked a modest job and been the sole bread winner in our family for the better part of the past 20 years.
I do on occasion contribute with freelance work or filling in for one of the women at the office where my husband works.
Since we don’t count on that money to pay our bills, we instead save my checks and put them towards travel expenses…


Daniel & Jade

I have always loved travel. Before moving to Australia and meeting my now husband Daniel, I had travelled in more than 30 countries and had been travelling for five years.
In fact, Australia was the seventh country that I have lived in. Daniel had also always loved travel, but has not found a long term travel partner until we crossed each others paths.
And Jacob…. well he had his first passport at 3 weeks old…. and had visited 12 countries before he was 12 months old


In 2012, I spent six months exploring Nepal, India and Thailand.
I looked after orphans, worked with Bollywood singing sensations, learned how to make compost toilets.
After another six months travelling around Europe I headed for South America in 2013.  I travelled through Ecuador, Bolivia, Peru, Brazil, Cuba and Colombia for 18 months…


I got hooked on travel during my final semester in college when I studied literature and theater in London.
After school ended, I stayed in Europe for a year, working at pubs, record stores, and Italian restaurants to fund further travel. I managed to get as far south as Morocco and as far east as Turkey.
Those dramatic, vivid destinations fueled my appetite for more travel, more experiences, further-flung places. The more you travel, the more you realize how little you’ve seen…


Liz Borod Wright

I didn’t do much traveling in my twenties, which is really too bad – I was too busy hopping around from job to job in the media, like you. I had so few vacation days, and the time off I did have was spent doing vacation-y things like beaches and skiing.
But I’ve more than made up for it since then! A few months later, the economy tanked, and we were both out of a job.
I convinced my husband that we needed to take advantage of our time off together…

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