You’re dreaming of it, right? You want to lie on the beaches of Thailand, skydive over the mountains of New Zealand, picnic next to the waterfalls of Iceland, and camp under the stars of California.
You see the photos on Instagram, you read the articles online, and you pin it to your “one day” board on Pinterest thinking maybe sometime you’ll save enough to go.
Well I’ve got some news for you. That time is now.
I don’t want to hear excuses. I don’t care if you’re stuck in corporate America, I don’t care if you’re barely scarping by, I don’t care that you’ve got a family of 5. Travel now and be happier.
4 years ago today I got home from my first big adventure: Australia (hence the #TBT Sydney photo). I can’t believe it’s been 4 years, but then again it feels just like yesterday.
I was like you once. I had an empty bank account and a mind a million miles away. I worked a sucky store clerk job, attended a community college to attempt to go somewhere in life, and wanted nothing more than to buy a one-way ticket, then write “peace out suckas” as my classiest Facebook post. I get it. I get what you want to do.