Why you should travel young - Converge
As I write this, I’m flying. It’s an incredible concept: to be suspended in the air, moving at two hundred miles an hour — while I read a magazine. Amazing, isn’t it? I woke up at three a.m. this morning. Long before the sun rose, thirty people loaded up three conversion vans and drove two hours to the San Juan airport. As I sit, waiting for the flight attendant to bring my ginger ale, I’m left wondering why I travel at all. I was leading a missions trip in Puerto Rico. “Do you think I should go to graduate school or move to Africa?” I don’t think she was talking to me. I told her to travel. She sighed, nodding. I had heard this excuse before, and I didn’t buy it. Yeah, but … … what about debt? … what about my job? … what about my boyfriend? This phrase is lethal. Most people I know who waited to travel the world never did it. It reminded me of Dr. Dr. I was about to start working out, and he had just finished. “You come here often?” “That’s great,” he said. “Great,” Dr. Ouch.