I’ve had the idea to travel ruminating in my brain for some time. In fact, for two years straight it was all I thought about. I went over different itineraries, thought about how long I could feasibly travel for, and even became as thrifty as I could. Nice dinners transformed to rice and beans, and the active life of a mid-twenty something became less and less outrageous. Each penny saved meant more time abroad.
For the first two years after my university, I worked, saved, and planned for my epic adventure. I wasn’t certain when it would actually come or if I would have the guts to quit work and go. As time went on, though, and my bank account started to take form while my job became less engaging, I knew the time was soon.