My name is Clem. I come from Auburn, Maine and spent the first 25, almost 26 years of my life practically living in my bedroom. Never traveled, never did any outdoor activities. I've struggled with depression since 7th grade and 2017 was the worst it ever got. During the last six months of that year I had quit my job and began living off credit cards, sure that I would quit life by Christmas. My credit cards maxed out, Christmas came and went, and I began living on my friend's couch just waiting to figure out what I was going to do next. When I received an unexpectedly large tax refund, I decided I would fly to Thailand on a one way ticket as a last hoorah, and that if it didn't wake me up and want to start living again, I would die there. Thank God it woke me right the fuck up and I discovered that "what I'm going to do next" is live to travel. I spent six weeks there and spent the last of my money on a ticket to San Francisco, a sleeping bag, and a guitar to busk with. From there I hitched south to the beautiful college town of Isla Vista, just outside Santa Barbara, where I've been staying put for about a month now, waiting for a friend I met on reddit to wrap up his commitments and obligations before hitting the road together. I decided to join StP as a more active complement to r/vagabond. My reddit name is aimless_Travels if you'd like to read through my history there. Thanks for reading, I hope to see you all on the road!
Peace, love, and all good things to you and yours.
Peace, love, and all good things to you and yours.