Some years ago when I was a teenager I took an interest in Buddhism and the ball got rolling on a trip that hasn't stopped. It took me to Japan, Taiwan, Nepal and India. It sure hasn't stopped, but I decided to take things a step further.
I've hesitated a lot about the idea for a few years, mostly because of disappointment with people and a distrust of large institutions. I've seen the dark side to Buddhism as well as the good side. I've been both disenchanted with the human side, and delighted with the nice people. I've tested out the three trainings and remedied a lot of suffering in my own life. I'm still a common saṃsāric being, but for my part I've cured a lot of anguish in the mind thanks to Dharma.
However, I finally figured I might as well be an island onto myself, say to hell with it and just go for it. I've had an interest for years and often imagined myself going down this route, though I had to gradually give up a lot of desires in the process.
So I became a monk. I think I renounced the home life a long time ago, so in many ways this is just a change of clothes.