A year ago, I packed up my flat in Singapore and said goodbye to some wonderful friends. With some savings in the bank and a personal agreement to take six months off full time work, I stashed my life into eight esky-sized boxes, sent them back to the safety of my parents’ house back in Australia and prepared two suitcases for an adventure into the unknown. I wasn’t looking for God. I wasn’t soul searching, or looking for more meaning in my life. This wasn’t an Eat Pray journey. I simply made a decision to flip the switch and take time off from my nine to five existence. I wanted to experience life as a sequence of events, not routines. I wanted things to be new and different. I was tired of sitting at a desk pushing paper around and staring at a screen. I wanted a life of purpose and meaning.