Just Bouncing (as in-peace out)

Over the past few months I've had extreme feelings leaning towards me just packing up and going somewhere totally random. Who knows how long I'd be gone, I'd just go but I'd be back-some day. I figure I've just been watching the travel channel way too much for my own good. I want Anthony Bourdains job. Lucky bastard. Whenever I watch that show I want to move to some strange Asian country where I'd be a chef and I'd live next to the jungle somewhere. I like Buddhism, I could totally live in Singapore. Shit, I'd even take the Bizzare Food guys job, I think I could eat most of that stuff if they flew me all over the world and paid me a lot of money.