In life, I regret the things I didn’t do more than the missteps I made along the way. – David Stanley
For the last three months, I traveled throughout South America. Despite what my Instagram photos may suggest, for the first month I was on the road, I was not enjoying it. Everything was new and stressful. There were no familiar places or friends to fall back on. The lack of regular schedules shot all my routines to hell. I felt lonely without my friends, and had no idea what I was doing. I drank too much, and exercised too little.
Searching, far from home
I had gone away to get out of the tech scene for a while, for a change of pace and scenery. I had recently left Chill, where I’d driven myself at a maniacal pace for almost three years. I needed time and space to think, refresh, and get some perspective.
But I was 6,121 miles away, and it wasn’t working.
On the night of December 21st, I remember calling Mattfrom my apartment in Buenos Aires. I’d talked myself in circles, about whether this crazy trip was still a good idea.
Should I just go back to California and take another job? Should I scrap the idea of trying to build something of my own? I was minutes away from booking a trip back to the USA so I could spend the holidays with friends and family.