I've lived in Michigan for my entire life, and growing up my parents put a lot of effort, planning, and savings into making sure that we traveled every year. Often it was to go visit family in Florida, a few trips to Tennessee, and some scattered vacations around the midwest. Sadly the closest I've been to leaving the states was a wrong turn that ended up with a few friends and I making a U-turn at the Canadian border patrol.
The importance of travel was never really something I'd thought about or appreciated until a few years ago, when was asked to tag along on a snowboarding trip to Utah. I'd thought that I'd seen mountains before, but I had no idea. It caused me to realize that you really don't how much you're missing out on until you experience it. And I've wanted to experience the world ever since.
Imagine your type A kind of person. Neat. Organized. Has a plan and a schedule for EVERYTHING. Yeah, that's me. I'm riddled with anxiety over the little details in life, analyzing the risks in every decision, and making sure to do everything just right.
I've watched family members and friends take all the right steps in life; graduate high school, graduate college, get a job, buy a house, have kids, etc... and don't get me wrong, thats fine for some people. But I can't help but want to squeeze a few more steps in between. I graduate in a few months and I don't want to stop and settle for whats available here. I want to keep going, keep learning, growing, experiencing all there is to this world.
I don't want to get to a point in my life where I decide that I've done enough.
And so, I took a risk and began planning the trip to start them all.
Your ever anxious traveler,