My wife and I have been on the road for seven months. We quit our jobs last June, sold everything, and packed our stuff into two big backpacks. We walked about 1000 kilometers in China and 700 kilometers in Vietnam so far, and we will travel mostly on foot in the next few years.
In short, it is heaven, and it's also hell. I never thought traveling the world would be as hard as it was. Quitting my job, giving up on my career, and facing uncertainties was way easier than expected. Back then I was so frustrated that I wanted to know what life has to offer. I had a good job and a very decent salary. It didn't make me happy. But it helped me to save enough money to make a dream come true. The journey itself was heaven....
Everything was so familiar, yet I did not feel any connection to my environment. I was an alien in my own country. This was not the end of it. Things became even more challenging. Although I began feeling 'at home' again after a few months, I was still trying to understand how my journey shaped me. From an outsider's standpoint, I explored some countries and cultures. But for me, it turned out to be a journey to find myself. It took me years to integrate this lesson.
'Alex, someone has taken a shit on the floor. Can you go clean it up please.' Call me crazy, but this was the moment I knew it was time to leave my bartending job behind. Sure, bartending was fun. It was easy to slip some vodka into a glass of soda water and act like you weren't drunk at work.
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