Keagan’s World

So I lied.

That whole thing about continuing writing when I got home? Yeah I EPICALLY failed at that. Matter of fact, I failed a lot of the things I said I was going to do. How badly you ask? Let’s do a quick review why don’t we:

• Expectation 1:  “Spending countless nights at the Bitter End”
• Actual: absolutely nada

• Expectation 2: ”Poker out the wazoo”
• Actual: Like two games. But to be fair I did try this one but unfortunately after clearing out all my friends on night one (yes I’m flexing about winning low stakes poker FOH) I got shut down on the offer for 4 months straight. They only obliged for one final game the night before I left

• Expectation 3: “Running a marathon with Andrew”
• Actual: okay I actually did this shit and honestly I blame this for part of my failures of fulfilling my others promises because holy hell I underestimated this training (definitely wasn’t my lack of self-discipline I could neverrrrr *side-eye*). I’ll expand more on this in a future blurb but for now here’s a photo from the finish

Yeah I know I have a lot to explain.

• Expectation 4 & 5: “Continue blogging and develop travel guides for every country I visited!”
• Actual: …

In summary, I’d love to say “Hey! C’s get degrees!” But like this probably barely makes a case for a strong D+

And that’s without possibly my two biggest failures:

• Move to Chicago ASAP
• Work essentially all day everyday until Chicago

When I deboarded my final flight in Chicago back in July, I told myself home was just going to be a short stop gap between traveling and heading to the city for adulting (shudders in PowerPoint and Excel). But when I made all these plans, I overlooked something so simple yet so huge that would be the crux of why I failed so grandiosely:

Home could fun too. 

And I may have left the travel life, but the “ah screw it” never left me.

I may have only planned to work at the country club, but I walked away with incredible friends, memories, and a new obsessive hobby.

I walked away from my second job, and I delayed my move-in to Chicago by over a month. All because of an unexpectedly incredible community of people, old and new, who changed what home was to me.

So yeah, maybe I failed to fulfill the plans that were in my head as I stepped off the train in Kalamazoo with my tattered travel bags. But really, following through on my rigid constructed life plan woulda been the ultimate failure: the failure to keep saying “ah screw it” and siguiendo con las ondas.

So here we are.

9 months later.

Wow, there’s so many things to tell: the marathon, my friends all getting married, 7 hour lines for Michelin star tacos, an accidental trip to O-block…

And really just who I am now. A lot can happen in 9 months (NO not like that… I know at least a couple of you were thinking it so get your head out of the gutter smh)

But that’s what is gonna make getting back into this so fun. Even though this started as a travel blog, maybe it can be something more. Amazon once started as a book company and look at them now (ps: Jeff can you please make sure my shoes get in on Saturday got a one two many holes in my current pair)

So we got some catching up to do yeah? Let’s go baby. See you all soon.