Today I started my journey.

I’ve been thinking about this two to three years. And today I began.

37 months ago I moved to Guadalajara, Mexico, for what was to be a 1-year stay, for the purpose of learning Spanish and a cultural exchange. My 1-year stay, which lasted 19 months, made the world seem so much smaller, and more within reach than ever before. It left me with the desire to see more cultures, visit more places, and meet new people.

I returned home to care for my house. I now have that home empty, and for sale. I have sold nearly everything I own. A few things remain in storage. What is left is in my car, in the parking garage, 13 floors down from my friend Dave’s aparment, where I’m staying tonight in Houston. Clothes, a bicycle, a few dishes, and a laptop so I can work as I travel.

Tomorrow I will arrive at the Mexican border. Once I arrive, I have no specific plan.

Today a friend told me “You are free!”

I don’t know what will happen in the coming months, or what I will see or do. I am sure it will be interesting.