Welcome to The Gap.

If you clicked around the web looking for some new khakis and ended up here… you’re in the wrong place. But stay a while, you shouldn’t buy those cargo shorts anyways.

Now that you’ve decided to stay, let me tell you about myself and this little blog I’ve started.

My name is Aaron and if I had to explain what The Gap is about in five words or less I would say:

“Squeezing the juice out of life. Every… last… fucking… drop.”

Okay that’s like ten words, but it’s my blog so I can break the rules.

When I told my family and friends that I was quitting my job, selling most of my belongings and traveling abroad for as long as I can financially manage, I got mixed reviews.

My boss gave me a high-five, my friends laughed, my grandmother prayed and my old man just yelled. Well, he’s still yelling.

Throughout the preparation process I have felt every emotion in the gamut. I have been excited, anxious, motivated, doubtful, elated, horny (I’m a 28 year old Mexican dude, ‘horny’ is a constant state of being), and scared. Really scared.

But above all, I have felt alive.

I wanted to create a space where I could share about the surge of endorphins that overtook my body as I purchased my one-way plane ticket to Europe. A place where I could describe the stupid grin on my face as I signed my letter of resignation. I can’t wait to hit the road and share my experiences with you. If you read for pure entertainment, a quick laugh or just to make sure I’m not dead, sweet. If my words strike a chord and serve as motivation to break the chains of complacency and go for broke…. even better.

But I needed a name for this thing.

“I’m happy for you bro, but how are you gonna explain that gap on your resume?” my uncle asked in between bites of his Mongolian stir-fry.

Bingo.

Thanks for the inspiration Unc.