
It's been two years now since I sold everything in my apartment in the United States and started living more nomadically.
I've learned quite a lot, as one would expect.
There’s the easy stuff — like how to pack and unpack more efficiently, how to navigate around, how to make friends.
And there’s the hard stuff — like what not to do so you don’t get robbed. Like what happened to me in South America. Twice actually.
I learned how to communicate with people whose first language isn’t English.
There's a tinglish (thai english) saying that I recently learned — chai bro. It’s basically a confirmation to let someone know you agree with them, but like more profoundly.
I’m sitting here right now in a cafe in Chiang Mai, reflecting on the many times I’ve had to chai bro myself to go from where I was to where I am now. I’m not talking about where I am physically on this earth.
I’m talking like spiritually. Higher dimensionally. Whatever you want to call it.
I’ve been working on something. Check it out.