I love solo travel.

I started traveling on my own when I was twenty. I went to Italy to teach English for seven weeks. It was the first time that I met other 20-somethings who believed in having a meaningful and adventureous alive. There was something alive about this people. I wanted more and kept pursuing more.

Most of the time I've very forward thinking and it's easy to dream up some castle in the sky to build with my life. This night, however, my mind was blank.

What if everything in your life was preparing you for this moment? There are so many lessons that I'm gleaning from this experience putting my meditation course and retreat in Hawaii and watching it come to life.

It's odd to admit, but I don't need to go on a trip this summer. I'm quite content living at my parents for now. 

I'm not into mooching off my parents, but this is a just season in the Life of a Modern Day Twenty-something.  (BTW, I fully intend on moving out soon and eventually travelling the entire world round.  I figured it's high time for me to sit 'er down and crank out something useful) 

Still, I'm in the same house everyday and it can be depressing.

I remember feeling so alive during my past trips, partly because I always knew that the experience was going to end.  When my legs accumulated 117 mosquito bites in Tanzania, I *only* had two weeks left to the trip.   When my shoulders were sunburnt in Bali (and I didn't bring any t-shirts!!), I *only* had 10 days left. 

I tried to be grateful that I got to travel anyway. 

Life is never so bad.  

Yea, I'm not cruising across the African desert plains this summer but I'm alive and kicking (and will be kicking until my next season of travel arrives). 

In the meantime, this is how I stay inspired. If you've ever felt like you're dying to go on a trip, you'll love this vlog: