September 2026 to Spring 2027. A year measured not in miles, but in the person I become along the way.
This is a year that I give as a gift to myself. Of walking away from the noise, the expectations, the weight of caring for everyone but me.
13 countries. 231 days.
I will learn to surf, to dive, to sleep in monasteries, to eat alone and love it.
I will see whales breach and cherry blossoms fall.
I will come back different. Or I won't come back at all.
South to north, thirteen anchors threaded into a single arc. Click a marker to open its chapter below.
Each country a chapter, each activity a small vow kept to myself. The real plan, the dates, and everything I could do.