The first day of food in Spain did not disappoint—this has been my favorite meal so far. Papas bravas, tellinas, verduras, alcachofa, y calamares.
Just the beginning
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Why now?
So, why come back to social media now?
After COVID started, like everyone else, I struggled with the sudden change and reshaping of our entire lives.
I also struggled with losing everything that I hoped for from traveling. Not just the sight seeing and new experiences… I wanted something deeper.
What I was really looking was a way to figure out my priorities. At the time, I journaled that I had no idea what I really wanted to do with my life. I didn’t have a clear professional direction. I didn’t know who I wanted to date. I didn’t know if I wanted to have kids. I didn’t know where I wanted to live.
I was hoping to find some of those answers in my experiences. In meeting new people, in challenging myself, in broadening my horizons.
That’s what the travel meant to me. It meant exploring and finding myself as a person. And with that taken away, I got stuck.
In the intervening years, I’ve realized that I left a part of me back in New Zealand. My momentum was arrested in 2020 and I’ve been stuck there, not moving, not making progress.
I realize that motivation doesn’t come from inspiration—it comes from action.
So this year, I’m working on taking action.
One piece of that is being more open about what’s going on in my life and reconnecting with people.
So to that end, I’ve decided to come back to social media, to grow by sharing more of myself and connecting with what’s going on in your life.

On August 27, 2020, I found a boy who would love me more than anyone ever did before.
At my weakest physically, he’s there to take care of me.
At my weakest mentally, he’s here to assure me.
He gives me hope when I feel there is none.
For more reasons than this, he is my one.
Long Beach
I quarantined in an Airbnb for two weeks before finding an apartment in downtown Long Beach.
Along with COVID, the country felt in turmoil with the murder of George Floyd. White privilege is feeling it for just a period of time and knowing that the unrest will go away with time.
In the summer, I went on a great American roadtrip with a friend. We stopped in Vegas on the way home.
What a time.
New Zealand
On March 17, 2020 (NZT), I was optimistic:
I’m currently in Auckland, New Zealand. I’m scheduled to leave for Wellington this weekend, where I plan on being for at least a few weeks. I currently have a flight back to California set for May 21st.
I’m cautiously optimistic about my chances here. I think New Zealand has done a great job of keeping the virus at bay. It feels, though, that this virus will inevitably infect every part of the world.
On March 20 (NZT), I was all alone in a hostel when I made the call:
NZ has 39 cases as of today. The US State Department has advised all citizens to return back to the states. They’ve advised that citizens “may face unpredictable circumstances, travel restrictions, and challenges in returning home or accessing health care while abroad.”
I debated for a few hours on what I should do.
On one hand, I feel like my chances in NZ are greater than that in the US, and traveling right now would only increase my risk of contracting the virus (and potentially spreading it to others).
On the other hand, I am of little use to my family in the US if the airlines choose to stop flights and I’m stuck in a foreign country and depending on their health care system if I get sick. Additionally, if the airlines stop flights, I have no idea when I would be able to return to the states.
I’ve decided to come back home.
“Home” is a good question though. I don’t have a place of my own to stay. I’m going to travel with the assumption that I will get infected, and thus I do not want to stay with any family or friends. I’ll hopefully find a place to stay which will require minimal human interaction.
On March 27 (NZT), I came back to the States:
New Zealand started lockdown a couple nights ago. The lockdown here includes shutting down all non-essential businesses (including takeaway service from restaurants). Grocery stores are still open. The one I’ve been going to was relatively calm when I went on Tuesday to get a few things.
I’m scheduled to leave Auckland at 10:55 PM tonight, landing in LA at 3:00 PM (Friday). That gives me 44 hours of Friday, March 27th. My longest day.
I reserved an Airbnb in Long Beach to stay in for the next couple weeks. My plan is to self-isolate as much as possible in case I get infected on my trip back.
After that, who knows. I suppose I’ll start apartment hunting? I think it’ll be a while before we get through this, so I can’t imagine traveling internationally for a while.
A couple weeks later (April 9), I reflected on my trip back:
The journey was eerie. I only came across a handful of people while I took two buses and a train to get to the airport.
I thought I had read something about Air New Zealand reducing the number of passengers on flights in order to spread people out more. That certainly wasn’t the case with my flight; it was full as far as I could tell.
I took a Lyft from the airport to my Airbnb. Again, it was eerie to see everything so empty.
Driving on the freeway was a different story. I was shocked to see so many people still out and about.
Southeast Asia
I absolutely loved Thailand. The food, the prices, the people—everything except the air quality. My three weeks went quickly as I worked and spent my weekends doing trails with new friends.
Exactly one year earlier (plus or minus 14 hours), I had made a wish to celebrate NYE outside the States—and there I was, at a huge outdoor party in Thailand, making friends with other foreigners. And getting a haircut for only 200 THB ($6 USD), because why not go into 2020 looking fresh?
Soon after, I left for Indonesia to meet up with two coworkers for a client project. We were there for three weeks and I got sick as many times.
I spent a couple weeks in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia before heading back to the States for a few weeks.
On February 4, 2020, my connecting flight through Xiamen, China was canceled:
we are sorry to inform you that your flight MF829 on FEB06,2020,from XIAMEN to LOS ANGELES has been cancelled due to public security.
I rebooked through Hong Kong and made it back to the States just fine.
In early March, when I left the States for New Zealand, there were 45 cases in California and 0 in Long Beach.
I felt like I was getting out of the country just in time to avoid COVID completely.
Leaving for Spain
I spent the summer of 2019 laying the groundwork to be away for years: I got rid of most of my belongings, packed up the rest, transferred my phone number, set up a PO Box, drafted my trust and will; you know, the usual “I’m not living in this country anymore” stuff. My goal was to be gone for years, with pit stops in the States between continents.
Every “see you later” made me feel more loved and appreciated than I had ever felt. The last ones with friends in NOLA really hit hard as I left the country.
My salt streams were replaced with jet streams as I made my way to Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, Spain. I made local friends and we went for little adventures all around the island.
I frolicked in Germany at Oktoberfest with American friends.
I drank wine in Lanzarote, where the vines grow in pits on the ground.
I ran a half marathon in Havana… and then another one in Vegas.
And when I came back to Long Beach for a bit, my friends graciously put a roof over my head and welcomed me, even for Thanksgiving.
In December, I headed out for the next leg of my adventure: SE Asia.
Shortly thereafter, my heart and mind were freed from obligations and I knew…
It was time to go.
On NYE 2019, I wrote on the party’s wish-board that I wouldn’t be in the US for the following NYE.
And I wasn’t. But that’s a story for a couple days from now.
I’m a Long Beach boy, through and through—a year later, I wrote:
I absolutely love my hometown. The food, the culture, the people, the weather… I could happily spend the rest of my life there.
And that’s exactly why I had to leave.
Hi, it’s Chasen. Six years ago, I quit social media.
We have some catching up to do.
Last time we talked, I was heading back from Europe to the states. I was all alone in a hotel room when I made the call.
I felt like being on social media was a distraction from living a more fulfilling life.