It’s been a long road to get to the point where I can quit my job and go travel the world for a few years. The first time I ever ventured out of the United States was to Ecuador in 2005. I didn’t know a lick of Spanish, but I went there anyway to volunteer at an eco reserve for 3 months — an experience that would change my life forever. On my weekends off I’d run into other travelers and they’d tell me about how they quit their job to travel the world. I’d think, wow, how the hell can they do that?
Now I’m that guy. I almost can’t believe it.
In 2010, fresh out of grad school at age 31, I got a job doing agricultural conservation for the federal government in California. As with most government jobs, it had a black hole of bureaucracy to deal with, but at the end of the day I helped real farmers improve the ecological health and integrity of their land. My direct efforts brought over $2 million dollars to some 50 farms. I’m proud of it, and I’ve been told numerous times that I’ll be missed because of the care, consideration, and personal service that I gave to my farmers. But it’s time to go.
Sonoma County has been my place for almost 4 years. It’s the longest I’ve put roots anywhere since I was 18. Too many amazing friends to count. So many memories to cherish. And an incredible community that will always be my home. I know I’ll be back one day, even if just to visit.
This is it. I quit my job last week. Done. Over the past 2 months I’ve sold or given away almost everything I own except for five boxes of photos, important documents, and about 50 of my favorite vinyl records that I shipped home to Georgia. I’ve got my backpack and a few changes of clothes. I don’t really need anything else.
It’s time for the adventure to begin.