There wasn't a date or an event that caused me to no longer be adventuresome. I can go back through my history and I can point to health issues as milestones along the road to where I am now: Yet another greying man with a bad back and a pocket full of memories of glories past. What can make me adventuresome again? Not having to fight my own body whenever I go out would probably be the beginning and end of it. Maybe I can pull it off with a little help.
Here's a thing- The memories are never of wine, women, or song. When I try to recall things it's flashes of the very mundane. Snapshots of nothing in particular. My apartment in a Seoul slum. A group of lizards chilling on the sign of a Taichung grocery store. Tiny Mochibaru Station, always on the verge of being swallowed by ivy and bamboo. A lot of times it's something I can picture but the information is lost. What is that street in Northern Seoul that allows you to see across the Han River and why does it stay in my memory?
If I think harder about I can remember the wine, the women, and the songs. But those are never what comes back to me first. It's the small things. The stuff you never think to take a picture of.