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"I've always wanted to do that." It's one of those phrases that often rings in my head. When I quit my job to travel, so many co-workers said to me before I left, "I've always wanted to do that." Sitting on a beach in Koh Phangan, watching poi performers twirl fire, a new friend would whisper, "I've always wanted to do that." And I say it to myself, often, watching salsa dancers in Colombia, listening to an Australian play the guitar in a hostel, even hearing someone talk about skydiving in New Zealand....

Over ten years ago I inherited a guitar from my sister when she replaced it with a new model for herself. Every so often I'd take it out of it's black case and haphazardly strum, making up songs, taking out joy or aggression in the strings. But, mostly, it's sat collecting dust in my closet because I really had no idea how to play....

The problem with long-term travel is that things stop feeling exciting. Whereas on a one or two week vacation everything feels new and different, sometimes, after traveling for a while, things start to feel mundane. Oh, it's just another beach. Oh, it's just another temple. Oh, it's just another day. Sometimes I have to force myself to step back and think wow, how amazing is my life right now? Surfing has been on my life list since before I even knew what one was. I remember writing down in my diary a list of things I wanted to do in my life...

In 2009, I mounted a motorcycle for the first time. I made Mat take me. I was screaming before I even got on. 40 feet later I yelled at him to pull over, jumped off, and ran away. Jenny remarked the other day that I seemed way more comfortable on the back of her bike than I had last time I was here in January. She wondered if I had ridden them a lot in India, but I hadn't. Not once. In fact, I'm pretty sure that the last time I had been on the back of anyone's motorbike it had...