They had 40+ years of experience with relationships, school, family, love, adversity, work, careers, conflict and LIFE and…a kid that really wasn’t interested.
You’re fluctuating between midnight “WTF-am-I-doing-with-my-life” panics and semi-sarcastic “Can-I-blog-for-a-living?” reflections over your morning tea. And sometimes, inevitably, you find yourself in an entirely different hemisphere than the one you love.
We’ve traveled thousands of miles and hiked hundreds more. It’s been hot, cold, windy, wet, dry and everything in between. We’ve faced bears in the backcountry, lost trails, slept in rental cars and tented in downpours. We’ve missed flights, skipped meals and faced 20 hour travel days. Adventure has not always meant vacation.
You’ve crunched the numbers. Living in vacationland is unstable, unsafe. The “25 places to go before you die” article doubles as the “25 most expensive places to live.” The cost of living in top vacation spots is gouging, sometimes 30% higher than the national average.
The magic of the Journey isn’t the only reason we travel. We travel because we’re antsy, anxious, restless. It’s not just a thrill but an obligation to go find something different, somewhere more grand, a new landscape with new meaning, more depth.
When travel is your life, home is a person.
Or at least that’s the goal, right? But when your longest time spent in one place for the year is around five days, how on earth are you going to make a real, intimate connection with someone special?
People are exhausting. They are volatile, sensitive, destructive, selfish and just stressful to be around.
We live in a world of incredible technology. The field of medicine has made more progress in the past 50 years than in [arguably] all of prior history combined. It’s amazing. I’m in awe.
But, there is a virus among millennials that no modern medicine can seem to cure.
It’s the Travel Bug.