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Upon trying to extricate myself from the life I built in Orlando, I had the unfortunate task of informing and explaining my “Wife-Hunting” decision to many poor souls: my boss, coworkers, friends, family, and various communities I had entrenched myself within. Thus exposing myself to the possibility of tremendous ridicule and drawing an uncomfortable amount of attention to myself, which is frequently a nightmare of mine. Despite this, I continue to lay bare my vulnerabilities with each subsequent blog post.
Why do I do this to myself if I dislike attention so…?
Well, for one, there was a popular demand for it. And two, the conversations I have about the trip are truly special. Often, after years of surface-level conversations, discussing this trip will spur people to open up unexpectedly.
One of my more adventurous compatriots said, “Wouldn’t it kind of suck if you met her on the first day of your trip in Jacksonville? You’d better take her with you to the next few cities if you do.” I think we have different definitions of the word “suck” because meeting the love of my life would definitely not be an experience I would describe that way. But I get the sentiment.
And it has actually been a repeat topic of discussion. What’s more meaningful: the journey or the destination? The obvious answer is both.
Instantly reaching the destination is a rather brief and boring story. Human beings aren’t great at feeling satisfaction upon achieving a goal anyway. We want something our whole lives, then 5 minutes after we get it, we think about what’s next.
Additionally, there is little romance or excitement on a road to nowhere. In fact, the grander your goal, the more deeply you feel each twist and turn on the journey.
Manalive by GK Chesterton is probably the stupidest book I have read, making it just stupid enough to accurately display a critical and ridiculous principle of life. The book centers on the trial of Innocent Smith. He is accused of burglary, attempted murder, abandoning his wife, and adultery. (Spoilers Ahead)
Each accusation, seemingly supported by conclusive evidence, gives way to absurd explanations that prove Innocent innocent. Go Figure. While he did, in fact, break into a house, the house happened to be owned by himself. While he did shoot bullets near people, he only did it so that they would value life. While he did abandon his wife to pursue another woman, the other woman happened to be his own wife in disguise.
So, What’s the principle of this strange story?
Sometimes, you must leave your home and travel the world over just to experience the sheer joy of coming back home. Or in other words, there is only one thing better than being home, and that is coming home.
It would be wonderful if we could achieve a goal and just be content. But, unfortunately, we live in a dynamic world where contentedness will quickly turn you into a do-nothing blob. The best we can hope for is the promise of each new day. Each day, we get the opportunity to pursue the things we love. Each day, we get the opportunity to navigate our way through all the naivety and cynicism the world throws at us in the hope of finding meaning.
In the spirit of adventure, I have carefully crafted a playlist of the best songs I have been listening to on the way. And yes, it is as sappy as I am. But, IMHO it’s pretty epic.













