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How travel changed me

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I was asked the other day if I traveled much before I met my husband. He’s Aussie. I’m American. The question came from a Kiwi. She knew that it wasn’t surprising for an Australian to love to and make time for travel, but struggled with the idea that that same love would come from an American. ‘You’re a good match’, she realized quickly.

Travel has changed me. Before travel me and after travel me are two different pieces. There’s the girl who grew up in the sheltered shadow of Long Island, NY and the one who’s slept on the edge of the Serengetti National Park in Tanzania. The first girl was scared more often, thought New York was the center of the universe and couldn’t really imagine ever feeling like a minority in the population. The second has seen a fair share of life outside of her comfort zone, tries to put fear in its place and knows what a small place she holds in the world. These are two divergent approaches to life with travel as the barrier of change in the middle. Who knew that’s what it could do. Read the rest of this entry

How do you ‘vacation’?

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Now this was a new experience! You know the saying, ‘you can take the girl out of New York…’, well, there’s a portion of that that’s true for me. I firmly believe that the best bagels are from New York, there’s something special about Long Beach sand and that if something seems a little shifty, it probably is. I shy away from pushy sales pitches, the ‘it sounds too good to be true’ stuff, and anyone that tells me ‘you must’ or ‘you should’. This weekend we had an interesting experience. Not really shifty, not too ridiculous – one of those you’d chalk up to experience and file it under the ‘this might not be for me’ heading. Have you ever had one of those? Read the rest of this entry