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There It Went

As a year that is despised by most ends and a new one begins, countdowns and resolutions have taken over the internet. I have been guilty in the past of naming years – “2014 Year of Travel” and “2016 Year of Possibility” (at the time I didn’t think possibility would turn so negative) – but this next year I will not name. I will just let 2017 be whatever it decides to be as it happens, because living in the moment is one of the best lessons I can take away from this whole adventure. As for a recap of the past year, I don’t think anyone needs another rambling post from me about what ending my trip, dealing with cancer, getting a job, and moving back to New York City was like. I don’t even know if I could write that post. Suffice it to say that I did not expect last year to be what it was at all, and it has not been easy on me. But that is not what this post is about.

This post is about that time three years ago when I started this blog. My first official post was on January 30, 2014, but in the month leading up to that first post I had already told everyone in my life of my grand plan, including my job, and started preparing for my departure. I promised myself that I would document it all, from the planning stages to every location to my eventual return, whenever or if-ever I did return. From that day until now I have been halfway around the world and back, I have boarded two one way flights out of the United States and two unexpected one way flights back, and I have found myself settled again in a place I never would have predicted when I started this journey three years ago.

I started TravelAbrodge to document my Round the World trip. Then I continued it to document my Round the Central America turned Life in Guatemala time. And then I used it when I didn’t know any better way to update everyone on my experience with a sarcoma surgery. It has been one hell of a ride.

But some part of me always knew that ride would end. That one day, my TravelAbrodge would be a part of my past, and I would re-enter the stable working world. My blog would have to end with it.

Now that the time is here, it’s been hard for me to actually shut it down. Not only is it a clear sign of the drastic change that has occurred in my life – from a nomad who could take off on a moment’s notice to a project manager who reports to an office 5 days a week – but it is something I grew to depend on in a way. No matter where I was or what I was doing, I would always take time to sit down and write about it. Some posts were short and some were way too long, some were factual and some were deeply introspective, but all were a part of me.

I have enjoyed sharing these parts of me with you. My experiences, my thoughts, my challenges, my elations. And I thank you – truly and sincerely thank you – for reading along. I hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I did.

And with that, I say farewell to the blogosphere. I know I will have many more adventures and miss writing about them here, but they are for another time and place. This story is complete.

Adios my friends.

– Kristen, aka Brodge

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So Long TravelAbrodge-Tristen-Hair

When I was 17 I donated 10 inches of hair to Locks of Love. I had always had long hair and knew I had plenty to donate, so, prompted by the suggestion of a friend that we do it together, I sent in my long locks to help a kid who had lost their hair to cancer treatments.

12 years later, I found myself thinking that I was going to lose my hair to cancer treatments. I went through a period when I was really convinced that it had spread beyond the tumor and the only solution would be chemical. I realize that not all chemo results in hair loss, but when you’re still in the questions part of being told you have cancer your mind can’t help but go there. It took me 2.5 years to get hair this long again, and it was all about to be for nothing. So I started wrapping my head around the idea of a hairless me, and for a while a pixie haircut me, and it actually didn’t take long to feel okay about it. It’s just hair, after all.

I didn’t have to go through chemo. The cancer was localized, removed with surgery, and no chemicals were necessary for my recovery process (with the exception of that fun week of oxycodone). But other people still did have to go through chemo. Millions of women around the world have had thoughts like I had, and actually had to go through with it. Suddenly my long hair didn’t seem so great anymore.

So I cut it off. My hair will grow back, fairly quickly, but those women may not have that option. So this time I sent it to Pantene’s Beautiful Lengths. They, partnered with the American Cancer Society, make real-hair wigs specifically for adult women who have lost their hair in their battle with cancer. I don’t know these women, but I feel like, in some way, they are my kindred, and I want to help them.

That’s not the only reason I cut my hair off. The last time I cut my hair was June 2014. Yes, you read that correctly. Two and a half years ago, the day before I left to travel the world, I cut my hair the shortest I’ve ever had it. It was for maintenance; shorter hair seemed easier to deal with on the road. As my travels continued so did my hair growth. Then when I came home, I was too distracted and uncaring to go for a very necessary trim. So I’ve been carrying around 2.5-years-worth of hair.

My TravelAbrodge hair. My cancer hair.

It’s time for a change. This last phase of my life was simultaneously the most incredible and most difficult so far. From achieving my life’s goal of long-term solo travel to being told I had cancer, my highest highs and lowest lows have happened in the past 2.5 years, while this hair was growing. And now it’s come to an end. So it’s time to move on, start over, and this is just one little way to begin again. Goodbye TravelAbrodge-Tristen-Hair. It’s been quite the journey.

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I Did It

It’s my last real day in India.

I say real because I’m about to embark on 40 hours of travel to my next destination, and I don’t think a day spent just on planes, trains and automobiles should count as my last day here.

So it’s from the beautiful, serene, fantastic village of Hampi, India that I say farewell not just to this country but to my itinerary. I did it. I reached the end. It may not be the end of traveling (it definitely is not), but it is the end of the original plan.

For the past nine months I’ve traveled the world. I learned how to survive in the jungle, the cities, and the mountains of South America, adopting Spanish and companions as I went. I drove through, jumped out of a plane over, and played frisbee golf within the vast landscapes of New Zealand, forming a fondness for this faraway place that may result in a prolonged return in my future. I swam with sea turtles, got a solid tan, and enjoyed the gastronomy of Australia, a continent so far yet so familiar. I rode on every form of two- three- and four-wheel transportation imaginable, ate meals that cost little but tasted lots, and sweated my ass off in Asia, while learning hello and thank you in more languages than I can count on one hand.

I feel satisfied. Happy. Accomplished. I did what I set out to do, my 9-month open-ended plan, and now from my last location I am proud to say that I feel like I completed my goal. Everything from here on is bonus.

Thank you to the people in my life, both new and old, who have supported me, shared the adventures with me, and at times helped make this solo journey bearable. Thank you to the countries I encountered for making me feel welcome and showing me everything you have to offer and more. You are all wonderful. Thank you to myself, which feels weird to say but is true, for following through on my life goal, for not backing down when things were tough, and for becoming more myself than I have ever been.

It’s been an incredible journey that has affected me more than I could ever say here. I am not done posting, not even close, because even though the plan ends here the adventures continue. My Travel Abrodge is not quite done.

So where will take 40 hours to get to, you might ask?

Tokyo.

Japan, you’re up next. Get some sushi and sake ready for me. I have no doubt that you’ll keep this amazing experience going.

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