When I was younger we didn’t travel much. With immigrant parents working diligently to somehow attain the American Dream, we just didn’t have the means to go anywhere. That’s not to say I didn’t have an amazing childhood, we just didn’t get to travel. But I didn’t know what I was missing either. Then I got older and I realized how much more there was to see out there. I got a consulting job right out of college and traveling became my life. Instead of dreading the Monday to Friday commute out of state like most of my colleagues, I welcomed them. The smell of the airport, the arrival and departure announcements over the speakers, all the people going or coming from somewhere exciting, it gave me such a sense of adventure. I was grateful to go to big other big cities like Chicago and New York, but even got excited for smaller cities like Cleveland and Virginia. It didn’t matter where I was going, just that I was going somewhere new. Traveling for work led to more traveling for vacations and luxury escapes. Now being a more seasoned traveler, I am grateful to be able to go and explore other places and to share those memories and experiences with my children. I know we won’t make it everywhere on my list, but we won’t stop trying.