A friend of mine from Delhi told me at the end of December that there’s an Indian superstition that whatever you do on New Year’s day you’ll do for the rest of the year. Starting on January 1, 2014 and since then I’ve been on 10 flights to or through eight different cities on three different continents. I’d say travel is my thing this year.
First up was a quit-your-job, change-your-life kind of trip to Tanzania with The Lunch Project (which I’ll tell you all about when I have the words). After that I crash landed in Charlotte just long enough to pack my bags and head over to San Francisco on business. Tonight I came home without a jacket, house keys, car keys or my drivers license (all of which are somewhere in St. Paul, Minnesota) uninspired to go grocery shopping and eager to just make do with what I have because, as it turns out, what I have is more than enough. There’s no better way to learn that than living out of a suitcase for three weeks.