Our summer travels, now a few weeks past, were great adventures. And, I think, richly deserved.
All throughout our twenties, Adam and I worked like dogs ... to pay off student debt, to pay off our mortgage, to get into university and through four degrees between us, to take care of our families and each other, to get published, healthy, noticed, happy.
We're hoping to spend most of our thirties traveling and pursuing creative projects (and might eventually spend our forties raising a kid, but hopefully, still traveling and being creative). Most people do it differently, traveling in their twenties, raising kids in their thirties and then bringing careers up to speed in mid-life.
We're thirty-one this summer, it's true. But we feel like we're just getting started.
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It makes me feel like less of a hobo to think that it's normal to travel in your twenties. I hope to be as adventuresome at thirty-one as you two are!
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