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It was a strange feeling sitting atop the jagged rocks in Great Falls National Park — fighting for breath after running and jumping and climbing through the Billy Goat Trail. I was beside one of my best friends and we had just scaled a rock face 20 meters high. We were exhausted. Sprawled out and catching our breaths, we looked out over the river below; at some points it was rabid, frothing and surging through the gorge, and others it was calm and flowing gently. The water from millions of years ago in the ice age had carved its path through solid rock, little by little. Now it was following a path, sometimes calm and other times ferocious, that it had created against an otherwise opposing element.

A path it had created little by little.

I sat there thinking about all that I had done the past 8 months abroad, all of the places I had seen, all of the amazing people I had met, and all of the experiences I had. Also on my mind was the path that led to my unplanned return to the United States. My mind rewound through it all during that short rest.

Two days ago I had arrived back in Maryland after taking a 15-hour long bus ride from Toronto.

A week before, I had taken a flight from Munich to Madrid where I stayed overnight, and then flew Madrid to London, and London to Toronto over the course of 24-hours.

Two weeks before, I had taken a train from Rome to Munich where I spent my last week in Europe where I had decided to ultimately return.

A month before, I was just beginning to travel around Italy.

Two months before Italy, I had arrived in Europe after being forced to make the decision to leave Thailand just as I was about to begin teaching English.

And it was a little more than 8 months from this very date that I had taken a 7-day train journey across the United States, DC to Los Angeles, and flown out to Thailand to teach English.

Somehow it seemed so long ago, yet at the same time still raw in my mind. Not nostalgia, because it wasn’t a stinging pain that hit me thinking about an adventure coming to an end.


So why is it that I’ve found myself back in the United States?

There were many things that contributed to my early return:  a lot of cause and effect that factored in, a lot of missteps on the road and mistakes made, and many things that I hadn’t planned for that I should have.

The main reason comes down to money. I had almost completely run out of money after returning to Italy for the second time.

When I first left Thailand I had a vague idea of what I would do next, and even less of an idea of what to expect in Europe. I wasn’t headed back to Thailand any time soon, and though I thought about teaching English in another Southeast Asian country, I had a friend’s wedding to attend in two weeks in Slovakia. I figured I’d find a cheap place in Europe to lay low, somewhere in Eastern Europe that wouldn’t rock my dwindling budget that was causing me a slight bit of angst. I knew nothing at all about Europe in terms of travel; it was a new and unknown place and one I had dreamed about seeing as a little boy.

Sometimes the world steers you in different directions, ones completely opposite than what you had planned. It turned out that the cheapest last-minute flight into Europe from Thailand was Rome. Sure, Rome wasn’t the main destination in Europe I was headed for, and it damn well wouldn’t be the cheapest, but excitement filled me. I was veering off from my original plan and leaving Southeast Asia and I didn’t know what would happen next. Italy was always the country I wanted to visit the most. I would go to Italy.

Teaching English

(Teacher Ryan in Thailand)


When I arrived in Rome, I immediately began on the wrong foot.

As is my normal travel behavior, I didn’t plan a single bit for Europe. I would just roll with it and figure it out as I went along. Immediately I was gobbled up by the new surroundings and spat out. The first few hours were filled with self-induced misery as I wandered lost about lost in the Eternal City since I hadn’t pre-booked a hostel, my electronics were dead, and I had no clue where to look for accommodation. Oh, and that I had lost my adapter in route from Thailand to Italy. So, besides nobody around the city knowing where a hostel was, I couldn’t charge my electronics to search for one.


Then the shock of the Euro slapped me.

You cannot compare Italy to Thailand at all. Just don’t. Well, maybe with the insane drivers and the bum-guns on toilets, but price wise it is drastically different.  Right away I could see my wallet weeping as the cheapest hostel I could find was 30 Euro a night. That cheap flight to Rome would be outweighed by the prices to stay there. I kept trying to tell myself that I shouldn’t compare prices, but I couldn’t help but think about how I was paying $3 USD a night in Thailand. Even trying to eat cheap I was spending well over 50 Euro a day with hostel and food.

I was freaking out a little.

But I told myself it would be fine. I’d enjoy being in the city I always dreamed about visiting, and in a week I’d head over to Slovakia and spend much less.  And I did. I visited the ancient Roman sights, explored the Colosseum, and wandered the city for hours in the day.

Except I left Thailand with $2,000 left which was my budget for 4 more months at least, but within a week in Rome I spent nearly a quarter of that in accommodation and food.

Instead of heading directly to Slovakia, I took a flight to Prague and met up with a friend from the US who had been traveling with me in Thailand. We hung out and explored Prague for around a week until heading to Slovakia after enjoying the gloriously cheap food, beer, and accommodation in Prague.


(exploring the Colosseum of Rome, and super giddy)


Fast travel makes a slow traveler panic.

At least, it makes me freak out a bit when I didn’t know what to do next, and I’m one to usually call myself chill about most situations. But, I’m usually quite the slow traveler. Spending months on end in another country is what I like to do, and it isn’t often I bounce around from country to country every week. And after going from Rome, to Prague, and then to Bratislava, I could feel a slight anxiousness settling in. I was pin-balling from one country to the next without a plan, and that turned out to be more expensive in doing so. I had no clue what to do, and I was watching my budget sink from a comfortable $2,000 to below $1,000. When we arrived in Bratislava, we were both shocked at how expensive the country was. Hostels were on average 20 Euro, and food was comparable to Italy in price. Both of us were low on money, and had to think of how to last it out until the wedding.

We went to Hungary for a few days since I had found a few hostels that were advertised for 6 Euro a night. A bus ticket to Budapest and sleeping in those hostels, and then busing back, would be cheaper than staying in Bratislava. But when we arrived in Budapest, these cheap hotels seemed mythical. They didn’t exist. The only ones we could find wanted 20 Euro, so we were again in the same predicament.

In a predicament, but still in Europe, and still exploring as much as our broke asses could.


This is when the bread eating began.

We did eventually find one of those cheap hostels in Budapest, but they are so hidden and usually tucked into an apartment complex with no sign that it was only within the last few days we discovered one. They do exist! But it was too late. We both had been eating cheap rolls of bread and only drinking water since we both couldn’t afford much else. Though my friend had already planned on returning to the US after the wedding, I was hoping to keep the adventure going afterwards and find a place to base myself to keep traveling.

Though staying in Europe or continuing traveling was fast becoming unlikely.

I was getting extremely low on funds and I didn’t even have a ticket back to the US even if I did run out of money. I attended the wedding, and went back to Prague since it had been the cheapest destination I had visited in that part of Europe to come up with some sort of emergency plan to keep going.

invisible hostel sign

(one of the “signs” for the hostels, painted on the ground where we didn’t look)


There was a back-up plan. Though not a great one.

Just before leaving Thailand, I had announced that I was brought on by a popular travel booking company to be a content writer. It was, and still is, a sweet gig with a high pay-per-word rate and a promise of a long-term writing contract. I assumed that this would be the ticket to traveling long-term around Europe and offer me a bit of padding while I figured things out. Well, I had fully banked on this, but it would turn out to be a bad gamble. Not bad at all because of the company, but because I was relying on a job that was just starting, and if you are a freelance contractor, you know it doesn’t happen quickly. And I had naively thought it’d be instant return.

Since they are a major travel company, I hadn’t realized I would need to be added to a payroll and file taxes in the US, which means payout wouldn’t be as soon as I wanted

*I still write for them and love it, and it was silly of me at the time to think I could just hope for them to pay me a huge amount after only a couple of weeks on board.*


What was I to do when faced with no money left?

While I was in Rome the first time, I had attended a few Walks of Italy tours around the city where I had met a guide who was setting up her own travel blog tour in Italy, and she had invited me to attend one in June. I promised her that I would attend, it seemed like an amazing opportunity to explore more of Italy. Yet, here I was in Prague, broke, and I had to figure out a way back to Rome while only having around $200 left. Once on the trip, most of the expenses would be included, so I gambled again. I told myself that if I could make it to Rome and get on this trip, I should have my paycheck by then. And after, I could decide better how to make my next move.

I used $175 of my remaining budget for a flight to Rome, and used my last bit of money to book a hostel. For a day and half my only food was a sole banana.


Finally I could eat again.

For that week and half before returning to Rome, I had been living on bread rolls and ketchup (for flavor) and stayed cooped up in hostels since I had no money. I had already explored every inch of Prague and most parts of Rome that I could walk to, so I just waited it out until the blog trip. I couldn’t even afford a coffee so I could go to a café and write. And cafés are my creative zones. To be honest, I felt a bit trapped leading up to it. But the day came where I linked up with the group of other bloggers to kickstart our gnarly #ThisIsYourTime blog tour of Umbria and Ponza. I was stoked. If I had to leave Italy without actually exploring other parts of the country, I would have been super bummed.

To say I gorged might be an understatement. We were in red wine country and I drank my weight in wine from vineyards like Fontanaro Farms and stuffed myself full of pasta and meats. Sometimes people would comment with something around the lines of, “Wow, you must love to eat!” and my response would be to smirk through my bulging cheeks and declare, “You never know when you’ll be living on bread and ketchup!

South of Rome we visited Ponza Island where Prosecco flowed like water and I ate some of the most delicious seafood of my life. I was again in the company of amazing people, tasting the flavors of a country and of the sea, and sleeping in comfort knowing I had a bed for the night.

Me in Ponza, Italy

(cheesing in Ponza, and happy to have food again!)


Of course it wouldn’t last. It couldn’t last.

The blog tour had been an amazing 10 days, and during that time my worries had faded and I was enjoying the experiences to the fullest. What else should you do in that case of course? I had to soak it up baby! But once it was over, I was back in the same position. I had no money and I was in Rome, the most expensive place I had traveled thus far. Linnea, our amazing blog tour guide and now a person I am happy to call friend, had a boyfriend on the tour that was equally an amazing person. Knowing my situation, he offered me to stay in a tiny loft above a theatre he owned in the heart of Rome. It would save me from finding a quiet alleyway to sleep every night, and would give me time and a bit less pressure off my shoulders to figure out my next move.

Again I was eating bread and ketchup to save the bit of cash I had. Some family sent a bit of money at random to which, they may not have known, helped me eat for the day. And allowed it to not be just bread once or twice a day.

Campo Dalto Picadillo Theater I slept above.

(my little theater window)


This was the moment where I began to think that I might have to return back to the United States.

However much I wanted to try to keep traveling, and however much I stubbornly didn’t want to return earlier than I had intended, I had to consider my position. I had little to no money and no income at the moment. Living on a tight budget is not at all a difficult thing for me. Though I love eating the dishes of all the countries I visit and exploring, I also have no problem surviving on instant noodles and toast and exploring. But when you have no budget at all, when you are completely bottomed out, and you know that bread roll is what you’ll eat for the day because you can’t afford something else, it saps a lot of the fun out of the experience.

Some people can do that, and I definitely have been down that road in New Zealand where I slept in my hammock above Wellington and nibbled on what I could afford because I was out of money. Even though bits of that were wonderful, like waking up in the woods everyday to the sun rising over the city, most aspects of being forced into that position weren’t pleasant.

I sat each day atop that theater looking out of my small window watching people wander around, and each night watching groups heading to go grab a drink or a bite to eat. It was an absolutely romantic scenario living above a theater in the heart of Rome, but I still felt trapped. If I wandered around and met new friends, I couldn’t do anything they would be doing around town. I couldn’t explore parts of Rome I hadn’t seen since I couldn’t afford the subway. And I couldn’t relax in a café in the city while I wrote.

Even though there was a play every night in the theater I lived in about a brothel romance with ladies in lingerie strutting around.

Yes, the theater came with lingerie clad ladies...

(why yes the theater came lingerie ladies & nightly plays about a romance in a brothel)


That’s when I decided it was my time to head back to the United States.

If I was going to explore more of Europe, I wanted to have a budget that would allow me to do even the most minimal things around the city. Some opportunities presented themselves for possible work, and working in Rome would be a dream come true, but I had already used up 2 months of my allotted time in the Schengen Zone and I would have to leave soon anyway.

Now it was time to figure out how the hell to get back to the United States. During that last week in Rome I finally received a chunk of my pay from my freelance contract, but it still wouldn’t be enough to pay for a last-minute flight back. A friend I had met while traveling in Thailand invited me to come visit them in Munich, and after realizing flights were drastically cheaper from there to the US, I said farewell to my friends in Rome and took a train to Munich.

During the week spent in Germany, I sucked up my pride and asked friends back home if they could help spare a little cash for the difference I needed for a flight. I knew that in Washington DC I had friends I could stay with and that I could have two jobs in a jiffy, so that would be the plan. Return, work my ass off again, save money, leave.

And after three flights in 24-hours and a 15-hour bus ride, I was back in Washington DC. I was somewhere I never thought I’d see myself again that soon.

But, I also had never thought I’d see myself living in Thailand or exploring Europe either.

We are dreamers too

(at the John Lennon wall in Prague)


So, was running out of money all a mistake?

Or going to Europe a mistake?

The thought of course had crossed my mind a few times. I could have planned better, or come up with one that would have allowed me to stay abroad. There are times when my thoughts about this beat me up, and that I feel bummed about returning to the US. Maybe I should have gone back to Southeast Asia to teach English. Sometimes I think “dammit, I could have saved money better here by not doing this” or “if only I would have done this than I’d still be traveling.”

Then I have to shake that bad mojo off. I left what-ifs and I-could-haves behind, they are all useless thoughts.

This is the essence of travel. This is what makes it exciting and demanding and difficult. And ultimately, why traveling is so rewarding. If it were easy and everything was laid out before you, then the soul of the adventure wouldn’t be there. Was it all for naught? Absolutely not. Are there things I would do differently? Yes.

Lessons on the road are the best lessons learned, because it is a trial by fire. They are situations you may never find yourself in at home, and whether it be figuring out how to save money for something special you want to do, or budgeting just so you can make it to the next destination. Traveling the past couple of years after leaving the United States for the first time taught me to open up my mind to the possibilities that are out there once you begin to look for, and follow your dream.

I gained knowledge and important lessons about Southeast Asia and Europe that couldn’t have been read in a book. And being quite new to travel, each lesson will make the next trip better.

Mistakes quote by Oscar Wilde

(looking out over Loh Dalum Bay in Thailand)


This trip also showed me another key piece to my life.

When I began traveling just a mere 3 years ago by going to New Zealand, my heart and mind were filled with sudden possibility and inspiration. But my heart was also still filled with things that always held me back. Though that first trip was life-changing, it had also been used as an escape from something I was running from most of my life — however much I told myself I wasn’t running.

When I had to leave New Zealand after 9 months of traveling the country because I was out of money, I berated myself for failing. I had told everyone that I was going to travel for a year or two, and I snubbed my nose at my brother after he had disowned me for wanting to travel. I would prove the world and my brother and society’s demands that I was better than it all and could chase my dream. In that sense, my dream became about other people and other things, it was no longer in pursuit of my own happiness. When I returned early from New Zealand, I faked that it was no big deal, but inside I was crushed. I had felt like I failed at pursuing my dream. And worst of all, I was thinking about how I had set out to prove others wrong and failed.

By being consumed by this fear of failure, something I always struggled with growing up, it had taken the true meaning of my dream and replaced it with self-loathing. The fact that I had traveling nearly across the world, and the fact that I was the first in my family to leave the US, and the fact that I did it for 9 months — that all didn’t matter. I had failed at something I set out to do. I had failed at my dream.

As was one of the first articles to be published on this blog when I began it again last year, I shared how this exact mentality and demoralizing view of my own self drove me into a dark place, a place filled with depression and monster that I had hidden away. It was a place where self-worth did not exist, just personal demons I created and that I succumbed to. During this period, things I had never dealt with — the deaths of my parents, the feeling that I would never be good enough, and the feeling that I had failed myself — it brought me into an abyss where the choice of living or dying was the only thing left.

When I shared the affects of keeping this all hidden in far corners of my mind since I was a child, it was after a time when I had hit the lowest point in my life. My drinking had gone beyond bad. I felt worthless and ashamed. And I was also facing a possible jail sentence because I had been drunk and broken into a house, one which I thought was mine that I had simply and drunkenly locked myself out of.

After months of facing the consequences of those actions, and looking at the internal monsters for the first time that manifested, I knew I had to make that decision to live and change, or else end up dead. There was a choice to be made, a choice that could only be made by me and carried out. The day I walked from the courtroom found not guilty, I vowed to live my life for myself and do whatever possible to chase my dream. A vow I had said before when leaving for Thailand, but one I had said while still holding onto things from my past.

Quote about failure

(standing atop a temple in Angkor Wat)


The significance of this trip was that, this time, I don’t feel like a failure.

Months before I had even began planning my trip to Thailand, I began to share personal memoirs about those struggles I had faced, and some of the most personal events from my childhood that had haunted me for years. That had led me to that dark place. By sharing the stories, it was almost like self-counseling. I finally revealed to myself the things I never could face before, and it helped me discover clarity and strength.

Sure, before I left I had told people that I wanted to travel for a year, teaching in Thailand, and then maybe moving on to explore other parts of the world. It was a rough plan, and though teaching in Thailand was a main goal of mine, everything was truly up in the air. I was just ready for another adventure. Even with my trip only lasting 8 months when I wanted to travel for a year or more, it was still 8 months abroad. I still lived for 8 months in other countries. I was able to experience multiple cultures and make friends from all over the world and share experiences and laughter with them.

I was pursuing my dream. I still am pursuing my dream. Because a dream isn’t a destination or a finish line, it is the journey of the body and mind and heart and soul in pursuit of what makes you happy. In pursuit of what you love. It is something that, if you are truly chasing, you can never fail by not reaching some peak or apex, since the glory of a dream is never-ending. You can only fail if you choose not to follow it.

And this is why returning. Though it is something I didn’t think to do this early, it wasn’t something I am going to let bring me down this time. The choice was made by myself to return, and though eating bread and ketchup everyday could have helped with that decision, I know that I will make my time back in the States another piece of the adventure. A catalyst for continuing my dream.

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What comes next in the journey?

Well, I’ve come back “home” as I can say, though I know that even if I grew up in Maryland, my home is somewhere else out there. It’s in the wind and the mountains and the forests and the road and everywhere else. Fernweh, that longing for a place I’ve never been still holds on tight. So my goal (which I don’t often set goals unless relating to travel) is to work and save and travel again soon.

To be honest, I am also very excited to be back for fall in the Untied States. Autumn in the US has always been magical for me — Halloween is my favorite holiday, pumpkin flavored everything is my obsession, and the beauty of the changing leaves. And since I will be in the US for a bit, I’ve been considering going much more in-depth about travel around the US and places I’ve been. This is the perfect time to add this aspect to the blog, and maybe a perfect time to become a tourist of my own home country.

Everyday is a journey


Where might I be looking to go next?

Since I had always wanted to visit Europe, the good thing about traveling there and spending two months hopping around different countries is that it gave me a sample. A tantalizing taste. Of course I want more. And it also clued me in on what to expect and what to plan for when I do save specifically to travel Europe. So that is an option, but there are many others. Each time I embark to a new countries, my mind changes and grows and evolves, and I discovers different possibilities that suddenly change my desire or course.

Maybe I’ll want to return to Southeast Asia and explore and teach in Vietnam or another country. I also will be researching what it takes to stay longer in Europe without having the 3-month cap to worry about. Also, I’ve always wanted to explore Central America and South America, and Africa. Hell, I want to see it all!

During my time back I’ll be doing exactly that: deciding where to go on the next trip. I’d like to give myself 6 months to save up, so I’ll be working hard to accomplish this. I’ve already had two interviews at previous jobs, and this month my freelance writing contract should finally have the kinks ironed out.

There is also the idea of moving to New Orleans after fall when it cools down and the festivals take over. New Orleans is one of my favorite places in the world, and I’ve been wanting to spend a few months living in that city for a while. It’ll be crazy busy and should be a great place to make some money.

Travel quote by Robert Louis Stevenson


All of this did, in fact, pass through my head during that brief rest in Great Falls.

Not nostalgia at all, but a pang inside my spirit of a sudden excitement — the excitement of a new adventure and continuing the chase.

We had been scrambling up fissures in the stone formations, leaping over moss-covered logs, bounding off angled boulders from one to the other, scaling sheer rock-faces, swinging from branches, and running full sprint while dodging sharp outcroppings. We were hot and tired and slightly cut up, but invigorated. We had been running free for the sake of the spirit and for the challenge. We were creating a path where no path existed. Sometimes head-on, and sometimes with caution.

We were creating our own path in that forest and in the gorge even though obstacles stood in our way. Yes, it felt strange being in Maryland again and sitting atop the high jagged rocks, but as the water below us flowed forward, and the breath came back to my lungs, and the memories raced through my mind, I knew one thing for sure — little by little I would keep carving out my own path.

Though the adventure seemed to end, it hadn’t. It never does if you don’t let it. Step by step, little by little, I will keep pushing forward.

Here is to today, and the adventure it holds wherever I find myself, and wherever you find yourselves chasing your own dream every today following.

dream on

If you also want to check out another article by a travel friend, Flora of Flora the Explorer Blog, it shows another perspective as she suddenly is returning home after traveling 3 years. Read: After two years of travel I am returning to London



  1. Arianwen July 17, 2014 at 8:04 pm

    Sorry it didn’t quite work out as you’d planned, but I’m sure there’ll be more opportunities in the future. Sometimes it’s nice to go back home and recharge…

    1. JustChuckinIt July 17, 2014 at 8:12 pm

      Well, as I said, I’m not disappointed. Though I would love to see more, and will be striving to, it wasn’t a failure to me and it may be good to recharge =)

  2. Laura July 17, 2014 at 8:22 pm

    Wow Ryan! We were totally in the same boat, very similar situations. I haven’t written my post yet, but I had those same feelings like I’ve failed. I was banking on being in Switzerland for good or at least a long time. I expected to last longer than 3.5 months in Europe. At first I was resistant to the fact of going home, but later on when I thought about it more, I felt so relieved.

    My funds were running low too and I didnt want to get stuck somewhere without money to get back home. I see this as another part of the journey. Coming home is just a pitstop to work and save more money for me to leave again.

    Who knows whats in store but it does feel good to be home where I can have a clear mind to think of where I want to go next and not have to worry about money all the time.

    1. JustChuckinIt - Site Author July 18, 2014 at 11:06 am

      That is pretty wild Laura! But I’m happy you stopped by for a read and I really hope that you see it as not a failure for yourself as well! We might want to, or desire to, travel long term or endlessly — but we also have to make sure we are safe and enjoying it and not just forcing it because we don’t want to return. I’m glad you are feeling relieved, and it won’t be long until you travel again, I’m sure! Just a pitstop =)

  3. Katie @ The World on my Necklace July 17, 2014 at 8:51 pm

    I’m glad to hear that you are seeing your return home as a positive. It is another adventure and should definitely be treated as such. Autumn is my favourite season in North America too – drink a pumpkin spice latte for me!

    1. JustChuckinIt - Site Author July 18, 2014 at 11:09 am

      Thank you very much Katie for the encouragement. Definitely going to treat it as an adventure and enjoy everywhere I go as much a possible! Pumpkin Spice ftw!

  4. DonnaM July 17, 2014 at 9:25 pm


    Wow. I admit that I usually don’t read posts of this length all the way to the end. I read your post to the end, it was that good.

    I follow you on FB and subscribe to your newsletter because you share your personal successes and challenges so honestly.

    1. JustChuckinIt - Site Author July 18, 2014 at 11:10 am

      Donna, it means a big deal that you would break your article reading rules and read such an extensive post, I didn’t realize it would be so long but I had a lot to say! Thank you for staying with me on the journey!

  5. Valen-This Way Paradise July 17, 2014 at 11:52 pm

    This is so inspiring to me. You didn’ t fail. You followed your dreams. “Whatever gets in the way of the work is the work.”

    – poet Jason Shinder

    1. JustChuckinIt - Site Author July 18, 2014 at 11:11 am

      Aw Valen, so happy I could share a little inspiration! And that is a marvelous quote, thanks for sharing!

  6. Clelia July 18, 2014 at 12:53 am

    Argg I wrote a long message and internet went down…

    A brief recap, Loved this article as I can relate more than you imagine. It is brave if you to be so brutally honest about your feelings and I’ve been there somehow.
    These moments define us more than you think.

    Oh..before the airport internet fails me once again.. if you want to teach in Thailand I have some good contacts. There is a school thats alwats looking for new teachers so just shoot me a message if you are interested.

    Hang in there now, you’ll be hitting the road again sooner than you think! 🙂

    1. JustChuckinIt - Site Author July 18, 2014 at 11:15 am

      Argh! Fnrurniwnefiqwnefoubwoiubwe! Would have loved to see the extensive comment, but always feel free to share more whenever you have reliable internet!

      Thank you Clelia for your encouraging words, and hopefully I can see the relation sometime whenever you feel you’d like to share, I would love to hear. You are very right, they are all quite defining moments, and I feel like every time I step out the door, it is me becoming who I am meant to be more and more.

      I may be considering teaching in Asia somewhere again, and though I loved Thailand, I might be interested in seeing and experiencing another culture, but I’ll surely reach out too!

      Many MANY thanks dahhhling, a boosting comment for sure!

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  8. Simone July 18, 2014 at 4:35 am

    Best of luck! You accomplished so much, I really enjoyed reading you journey through getting your Teaching English certification! The world needs passionate teachers like you and there are so many places around the world looking for English teachers. We are currently in Europe and quickly depleting our budget as well. Back to the states in September to start saving again!

    1. JustChuckinIt - Site Author July 18, 2014 at 11:36 am

      Glad you enjoyed the stories Simone and I’m grateful that you read a few! I have found that out, and I think one of the reasons I didn’t search more is because I was frantically bouncing around. I feel like teaching English is definitely in the ropes in the future, I’ll just need to find a destination that calls to me. Good luck on your saving as well!

  9. Ali July 18, 2014 at 5:19 am

    Sorry things didn’t work out so well in Europe, but I think you have a good attitude about it. Being back in the US for a while will be good, and you can use the time to save up some money before hitting the road again. The 90 day Schengen rule in Europe does suck, but a lot of the eastern European countries are NOT a part of Schengen, and neither are Ireland and the UK (though the UK is really expensive), so there are ways of being in Europe for longer than 90 days. Regardless of where you end up next, I’m sure it’ll be a great adventure!

    1. JustChuckinIt - Site Author July 18, 2014 at 11:39 am

      Yep, exactly Ali, quite happy to grind it out and save up for another adventure! I didn’t make it to many of the non-Schengen zone countries while in eastern-ish Europe, but if I had the budget I would have loved to go visit more. And Ireland and London are always on my list to visit, hopefully I can score a working visa at some point to one! Thanks!

  10. Fiona July 18, 2014 at 5:17 pm

    Sorry things didn’t work quite as you planned. I love your optimism. “Because a dream isn’t a destination or a finish line, it is the journey of the body and mind and heart and soul in pursuit of what makes you happy”- this rings so true. There are many options out there for you and it’s just a matter of finding what suits you best.

    When I came back from Malawi, 6 months before I had planned to, I felt like a failure. But then I realised I did what I needed to do for ME, which is something that was alien to me.

    1. JustChuckinIt July 30, 2014 at 4:21 pm

      Thank you for the kind words and encouragement Fiona! Love the quote you included in here, thank you very much =)

      Plenty of options out there and I just need to get back on the ball and keep traveling! And glad to know you feel empowered still as well!

  11. Josh July 18, 2014 at 6:05 pm

    Dude, you should have totally couchsurfed in Europe. Free and you get to meet some awesome locals.

    1. JustChuckinIt July 30, 2014 at 4:23 pm

      Ahhh, I know Josh, I know. I did try though, but it seemed like most of the time it was too short notice since I didn’t truly have a plan. But maybe next time!

  12. Franca July 19, 2014 at 2:51 am

    Sorry to hear that it didn’t quite work out the way you wanted but it doesn’t mean that you cannot travel again in the future plus in the meantime you can explore more of your own country. It’s possible to travel without going miles and miles away, I found that out by myself. 🙂

    1. JustChuckinIt July 30, 2014 at 4:24 pm

      Yes Franca, I am very excited to explore a bit of my homeland in the meantime to keep the travel spirit high!

  13. Maria Falvey July 19, 2014 at 3:11 am

    I have no worries and know that you’ll refuel the accounts and be off again before long. 😀

    1. JustChuckinIt July 30, 2014 at 4:24 pm

      Thank you so much Maria, hopefully it won’t be too long!

  14. rebecca July 21, 2014 at 6:36 am

    certainly not a failure, its just something that happens when you travel and put yourself out there. I got into a similar situation. I have always been really careful and made sure i was saving money whilst traveling but when my visa in the UK was coming to an end my job decided to get rid of me 3 months before hand so they could hire my replacement. The problem is there was no way i could get a job for just three months. I was so sure I had to finish off my time in the UK so I didn’t “fail” but my money was getting lower and lower and I didn’t have a plane ticket back. The jobs I had didn’t work out, it just seemed like everything was aginst me. In the end I made in the 3 months and left after my 2 years but had to ask a friend to buy my ticket. I felt like a failure and still ahve fears of that happening again. I really enjoyed reading your story. I am yet to get my blog post out there on the subject. However certainly not failing, failing would be having never left home or never tried. 🙂

    1. JustChuckinIt July 30, 2014 at 4:26 pm

      Rebecca, you certainly didn’t fail and I am sure you learned another valuable lesson while traveling. I know I learned plenty, and I am still trying to figure out the whole 3 month stay in the EU for next time around. I’m glad you liked the story! And I hope you get your morale up because fear is just something to be beaten!

  15. Suzanne Fluhr July 21, 2014 at 4:33 pm

    Lesson #1: A change of plans because of changed circumstances is not a failure. It’s a life lesson about going with the flow and being adaptive. You also learned that you hate being penniless. When you set out next time, do so with a realistic emergency fund because the one thing in life you can count on is that sh*t happens. (Been there. Done that. ) The last lesson is to realize is that “wherever you go, there you are”. You are talented and resourceful, so that should be a comfort. I’m interested to go back and read your post about you and your brother. Our two sons are so different that had I not seen them each emerge from my body, I’d wonder if we had maybe picked up a wrong baby. One is very risk averse and has followed a very traditional path—real job with a salary, married, house, cat, etc. His brother is a rolling stone who realizes that he cannot work for others, and needs location independent ways to earn a living because he likes to be able to pick up and go. Based on what each tells me about the other, they totally don’t “get” each other, but I realize that each is being true to who he is. They’re both self supporting, responsible adults and I think (hope) that when push comes to shove (as it does sometimes), they’ll have each other’s backs.

    1. JustChuckinIt July 30, 2014 at 4:33 pm

      Thank you for the amazing insight Suzanne, and I think I will definitely be setting up an emergency fund for the future. And that is pretty wild about your kids, but I guess we are all bound to have different outlooks and desires in life. Thank you!

  16. James July 22, 2014 at 8:56 pm

    You’re not alone man. I went to Europe (Germany) and was only planning on being there a year. To get all of it out my system, traveling, wanderlust, whatever you want to call it. Unfortunately, it had the opposite effect and all I want to do is travel and learn more about other cultures and countries.

    I came back to the USA about a month ago because I ran out of money and hadn’t learned enough German to get a job in Berlin. It’s all a learning experience. I know I need to work harder on my language skills and market myself better to potential employers.

    Meanwhile I’m falling back in love plenty of things in New York and the USA. I try to find new things every day to be happy about and to write about and take it one day at a time with work.

    1. JustChuckinIt August 13, 2014 at 3:11 pm

      Wow James, it seems like you had a pretty wicked adventure as well! And Berlin is totally a place I would like to set up camp as well and stay for a while! But I’m stoked that you too are discovering bits of the US and exploring more, so much here I never took the time to see!

  17. Red Hunt July 23, 2014 at 12:35 pm

    Money is always a tricky thing when travelling….but sounds like many great, unexpected adventures came about from your choices, Never regret where you went and what you did…there will be more money and more adventures down the road….!

    1. JustChuckinIt August 13, 2014 at 3:09 pm

      Totally agree with ya there Red, very tricky. But still all the same, I had such stellar adventures! And regret is something I try not to have in my vocabulary at all. Cheers!

  18. Mary @ Green Global Travel July 24, 2014 at 4:37 pm

    Really inspiring post! I’m glad you’re optimistic about it and know the journey isn’t over! The US has a lot to offer too that we don’t know about!

    1. JustChuckinIt July 30, 2014 at 4:28 pm

      Thank you Mary! Trying to be optimistic for sure, it’ll help keep me positive =) And yes, there is tons in the US I need to explore!

  19. Best holiday destinations July 25, 2014 at 2:55 am

    Nice pics !!! its seems to be lots of fun and An amazing place with such natural delights. I will surely plan my upcoming vacation to this place.

    1. JustChuckinIt July 30, 2014 at 4:28 pm

      Glad you like the inspirational photos, though you clearly didn’t read the post since there was no destination…

  20. Adventurous Andrea July 31, 2014 at 4:12 am

    You’ve been having quite an adventure, my friend! It seems you’re taking it all in stride – definitely don’t get caught up in the “what ifs.” I so look forward to hearing about where your next ones take you.

    1. JustChuckinIt - Site Author August 1, 2014 at 7:23 pm

      It was an amazing one Andrea! I’m trying to take it in stride for sure. But exactly, no what-ifs! Those are pointless =)

    1. JustChuckinIt - Site Author August 1, 2014 at 7:23 pm

      Much appreciated DJ, I will I’m confident about that!

  21. rochiel August 7, 2014 at 2:43 am

    wow!!! i just love all your articles..its a worth reading!

    1. JustChuckinIt August 13, 2014 at 3:11 pm

      Thank you so much Rochiel and so happy you like them!

  22. Alex August 11, 2014 at 11:33 pm

    Yup, Europe is expensive! I spent more in a month in Europe than I did in 6 months in Mongolia, China, and Southeast when I traveled from Madrid to Bangkok by land.

    Pushing your limits while traveling, while sometimes uncomfortable, can give you the confidence to know how much you can actually handle. I can’t even begin to count all the mistakes I made (and still make) while traveling. In actuality, sometimes the mistakes become the most interesting experiences a person can have on the road if you learn from the experience. It’s great that you’re open to that.

    1. JustChuckinIt August 13, 2014 at 3:13 pm

      Oh yeah, wickedly expensive as you can see I found out the hard way. But you are so right, that traveling is about pushing the limits and traveling is not supposed to be a breeze, because all adventures have mountains to climb and difficult moments, or else it wouldn’t be an adventure!

  23. Anna December 14, 2014 at 11:42 pm

    You write so honestly and beautifully! Just stumbled upon your blog and wanted to let you know that this post has inspired me to set aside my nervousness and pursue my next adventure, so thank you.


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