In 2005 I was relatively successful, had the house, car, bike and small weekend farm. Even had the girlfriend. At the end of 2005 she started telling everybody that I was about to propose soon. This came as news to me and made me seriously reconsider my life.

Were I going to get married, remain in a job which I hated and be the good provider for a lady who told me that she wanted to quit her job and be a full time housewife and mother?

Or, were I going to break-up, quit my job, sell everything that I owned (except for that which could fit in a backpack) and travel the world?

Well here I am in 2018, living in SE Asia, with zero regrets...