I'm going to move to Mongolia!

As many have read I have debated for some time about what I will be doing post-Alaska. I had dreamed for years of doing the classic vagabonding around the world all through college, and now, here I am, doing it. I ran into a link on daveseslcafe.com for teaching English in Mongolia. After debating in my mind, I let my heart (and a facebook status question) lead the way. I belong in Mongolia. Wild places in this world, they are for me. I was born to travel, to adventure, to explore. Mongolia is still so very rugged, so very, well, Mongolian. Its the land of nomads and shamans, adventures and conquerers. Its my kinda place. I cant forget my first experiences there. How amazing the country was, the people, the landscape. Hell I can even wear a del (Mongolian robe) to work if I want and believe me my friend, I will.

Those that know me well will remember National Geographic declined my grant last year when I originally proposed to ride a horse across Mongolia and document nomadic culture. Now I have a better opportunity to do it. I will be moving to Mongolia in January to teach English for six months, by which time I will leave the comforts of the city to ride into the sunset. I will live with nomads, and with my six months in the country, I will have learned a descent amount of the lingo. I know that I was meant for great things and as far as I'm concerned, this is a step in the right direction. I will ride into the sunset in the land of the great blue sky. I will live out the stories I love so dearly of explorers and adventurers from a by-gone 19th century era of expolaration. I will not study anthropology any longer as I did in college. I will live it. On the saddle with the wind in my hair and the smell of unfettered lands in my nostrels, I will know the satisfaction of a life worth living. It is my destiny, my calling, my very love of life that draws me to such places.

I've only gotten started. This is going to be grand. Afterall, life is an epic adventure or nothing at all.