Homeless, Jobless, and Happy A good traveller has no fixed plans and no intent on arriving - Loa Tzu

About figgy

I'm Casey - nicknamed Figgy by my family years ago thanks to the ever popular kid's show Mr. Dress Up (Remember Casey and Finnegan?).

I turned 30 this past July, found my first grey hair 2 weeks later and decided that it was time to pack up and head out while I still had the cardiovascular capacity to climb Machu Picchu.

I have been able to travel a few short trips here and there, but now I will officially be without a permanent address; thanks to loving and supportive (although quietly concerned) parents, I have a place to direct my mail for the next 9, 10, maybe 12 months. I've been asked "when will you be back"; I guess I'll wrap up the trip when I run out of money, get home sick, or tired of worrying about bed-bugs . . . which ever happens first.

Ultimately, this whole trip was inspired by one of my best friends. He pointed out to me that I was in an amazing position - no dependants, a condo in my name that could easily be sold for a profit, work-related skills that would (hopefully) make getting a job upon my return to Canada easy to find, and a passport that allowed access to some of the coolest places on earth.

Time to fly . . .

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