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Eleven years in. We sold the company, got on a plane, and spent a year finding out what's left when you keep subtracting: tigers in the rain, jets over Okinawa, a funeral and a kid waiting at a Bangkok gate thirty-eight hours later.

Ten years of full-time travel. 120+ countries. No plan, no endpoint, no regrets. The annual account of what we did, what changed, and why we're still going.

The year we moved faster than usual — because cheap, accessible travel as we know it may not last. Year nine, in full.

Year eight. Nearly 3,000 nights on someone else's sheets. We went back to Hong Kong for the first time since the protests. We didn't fight once.

Year seven. Derek got surgery and we finally slowed down. Then we picked back up. The doors that had been closed for two years started opening again.

Year six. Covid was supposed to ground us. Instead we learned to navigate it — with tests, masks, business class bubbles, and a fair amount of luck. Still moving.

Year five. A pandemic locked the world down and somehow it clarified everything — we'd been living without the illusion of control the whole time. Here's what that felt like from the road.