Pics from Victoria

I lived in Victoria BC for a month! Here are some pictures.

Fish and chips at Red Fish Blue Fish.

Work, as usual?


Recyclistas! Work on your own bike here.

Night is coming.

The Empress.

Surprisingly nice Japanese whisky selection at The Strath Liquor Store.

Brewing at Bedford Brewing Co.

A 10K walk around the lake.

Seals at the dock.

View of the harbor.

Mile 0.

Beer = bottled.

View of the city.

View of the island.

Trek in the woods.

Take Half Away

A few weeks ago I completed a 30-day lifestyle experiment called Take Half Away.

During the experiment, I set aside half of my portion at every meal to eat later. To aid in this endeavor and mitigate my consumption of disposable containers I always carried a reusable to-go container with me. I documented my meals and how I thought and felt throughout the experiment in photographic and written form on the project’s blog.

The project is now complete. You can read the conclusions and browse all of the posts.

By engaging in this portion control experiment I gained valuable awareness into my eating habits. I am more conscious of how I think about food and my body’s relationship to food. My tendency to overeat has been significantly reduced, I eat healthier, and I spend less money on food. Maybe this project will also inspire you to improve your relationship with food!

1-Year Anniversary

Last year on October 18 said “goodbye” to my apartment, moved out, and became a nomad.

It is amazing to look back on the year I’ve lived since that day. I’ve lived in 9 cities across 7 countries. I’ve learned new skills, picked up new hobbies, made new friends, seen new places, and had many adventures. I’ve matured and come to love myself even more. Never have I been so present, nor has time proceeded at such an intentional pace. People say “time flies” and for me it has not. This year has been many years in one.

I succeeded in doing what I set out to do. I completed my itinerary of Portland, Seattle, Tokyo, Seoul, Taipei, Bangkok, and Bangalore. I made it back to the States for Burning Man. I learned how to plant myself, bootstrap a new life in a new city within a month, then uproot and do it again. This mission was a complete success!

However, my nomadic journey is not over. Stay tuned for Season 2!


First Week in Victoria

Last week I was full-on in “new city mode” – applying everything I learned, all the techniques I developed in the last year I’ve been a nomad – to really dig in to Victoria.

Needless to say, the week was packed. Outside of work, I was often doing multiple things every day. In addition to doing a lot of walking around and exploring on foot, I tried lots of local coffee shops and lunch spots during the daytime, went to a new gastropub practically every night, joined the local climbing gym, attended a tango practica, brewed a batch of beer, practiced piano, went to a haunted house, and participated in TWO potluck/parties.

An epic start.


Seattle to Victoria BC

After a month of decompression* in Seattle I’m bound for a new city again!


Yesterday I crossed the border into Canada. I’ll stay a month with friends in Victoria BC.




Usually when I go to a new city I don’t know anyone. This time is different because it’s a new city in which I already have lots of friends. Will I end up doing less of my usual bootstrapping activities designed to build a new social circle? I expect so. Those efforts will get replaced with investing in the people I already know, something I usually don’t get to do when I’m building a social life in a city from scratch.



* Decompression? Hardly! I returned from Burning Man filled with inspired energy and I barely sat down while I was in Seattle. I started learning to play the piano by taking classes and practicing on my own, ran once a week, meditated and exercised in the mornings, cleaned and organized my possessions, brewed Bushido Brewery’s first batch of beer in a year, rocked Decibel Festival, went on a body ritual camping weekend, started the Take Half Away project, and began climbing and bouldering. Whew!

First Picture of Seoul

Picture is from my hostel, third floor, looking out the window at the head of my bunk. I’m in a part of the city called Mapo-gu.

Seoul reminds me of London because it has a river that runs through it like the Thames. Pictures of that later for sure.

Time for a brief nap, then freshen up, and get out for a few hours to see what I can uncover.


Welcome to Korea

Fresh off the plane. Posting this from the airport, waiting for the bus.

Watched most of The Secret Life of Walter Mitty on the plane. Definitely my kind of film. Cried. Was a great reminder of the kind of person I am. (I no longer say “want to be” because I am living how I want and doing what I want to do.) Sometimes my spirit gets dulled a bit, I lose my edge, and films like Mitty serve as powerful emotional reminders that sharpen me up.

Japan was a bit tough in small recurring ways. I didn’t do everything I wanted to do. I struggled to ask for exactly what I wanted. It was hard to open my mouth. I battled shame and expectations, and wish I had been more vulnerable with others. I intend to do things differently in Korea, and destinations beyond, and when I return to Japan, to do it differently there, too.

Will be a 1.5 hour bus ride into Seoul, a good long time to see this country and city along the way.


Six Month Anniversary

Each month in a different city is just a tease, a taste, a glimpse at what a life there might look like.

I have a big spreadsheet that I use to plan all my nomadic endeavors. Every city has a tab that gets filled up with a list potential activities.

Every time I move I leave behind a big collection of things I didn’t do, places I didn’t visit, people I didn’t get to see just one more time.

And it’s not because I make the list and then just sit on it. I’m out nearly every day and night doing something on the list, and often discovering new things that weren’t on my list and couldn’t have been.

Today is my six month anniversary as a nomad. I’ve lived in four cities.

Tomorrow I move to city number five, Seoul.

I cry every time I move. To me, that’s a sign that I’m doing it right.