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I wish my Thailand, and my Southeast Asia, journey ended there. It would have been a nice little final note, a nice little end to this chapter of my trip. It shows a lot of how this lifestyle works, of how I've grown, to sit back on one of the hardest travel days I've had and still be able to think "my life is pretty amazing right now." But I had five more days until my flight. So I went back to Bangkok where I hardly did much of anything. I bought and read a guidebook. Did some shopping. Mailed another package...

I'm not going to lie. I spent the entire next morning in Koh Tao crying. It was one of my hardest goodbyes yet. I had to turn around as I watched everyone ride off because I knew the tears were coming. And then I sat around all morning trying to find Dave, an Irishman who was the only other staying behind, so I'd have someone to console in. I was sad for losing Josh, who I'd liked more than I thought I would or ever wanted to. Who I felt comfortable and myself with, something that doesn't happen often for me. Who...

When people ask me why I love to travel one of my first answers is always the people. I love to travel for the people I meet. In these last few years some of the most amazing people I've met I've met while traveling. Whether it was Sadie and Jamie and Carrie who I met at an eating contest. Whether it was Will or Jason who I met in Europe. Whether it was my Vietnam crew who morphed into my Laos crew. Whether it was Jaime and Ali and Andrew and Corey who turned from online friends to real life...

I sometimes forget that there's an alternate world out there. One where I can spend a night in a dress, sipping expensive cocktails at a rooftop bar that doesn't allow you to wear shorts and that has an amazing view instead of my usual outings of chugging Changs or Singhas in a backpacker bar. Of course, I was wearing the same dress I wear everywhere anyways because I only have about three wearable outfits. And my canvas shoes were falling apart but the only nice ones I had got wet and wouldn't dry and grew mold and so I had to...

Khao San Road is stretch in Bangkok where backpackers seem to conglomerate. Before coming I had this image in my head of it being some seedy street, dark and dangerous, a 24-hour party. In reality, it was mostly just restaurants and stores that all seemed to close down around 3:30am. I arrived on the street for the first time after taking a tuktuk back from the Grand Palace, where we took a quick walk through on the way back to our hostel....