On Christmas Eve we took an overnight flight to Kansai, Japan then hopped on the train to Kyoto as the sun rose. We were in our rented house on the edge of Higashiama by early afternoon. The air was crisp and cold and clean. The streets were silent. A calmness permeated everything. And I knew without a doubt that this was the end of an era and beginning of a new way of existing. An unnamable spark that tasted like magic and dissolved the jagged edges that had fallen like knives around me over the past several years. And in a single moment, I severed every perception I had absorbed from the world around me and drank in dreams.
During the last week of December as we explored temples, walked the philosopher's path, and soaked in countryside hot springs, I began think about these final posts. How could I possibly sum up ten years worth of travel and life experiences? When I began to think back, what happened quite surprised me. As each year flooded through me, they began to condense and distill into something like an essence, an energy, a single word. If there's not a word for this experience, there really should be.
- 2016: Leap
- 2017: Stay
- 2018: Community
- 2019: Expand
- 2020: Isolation
- 2021: Reconnect
- 2022: Surrender
- 2023: Hope
- 2024: Collapse
- 2025: Resilience



