It’s 5:45 a.m. Here I am blinking and staring stupidly at my computer screen in some coffee shop in the Atlanta airport after taking the redeye from Guatemala and sleeping somewhere between 1.5 hours & screaming baby. It’s so early that…
My Quarter-Life Crisis – Reflections of a 20-Something Traveler
My generation, the Millennials, Generation Y, whatever you want to call us, seem to have popularized the term “quarter-life crisis.” They come in all shapes & sizes: You’re 27 and you still aren’t married. You’re 27 and you already regret…