The older I get, the more the wanderlust starts to set in. I keep finding out about all these awesome places that I’m pretty sure don’t exist. We’ve all fallen victim to those “Top Ten Places to See Before You Get in a Car Crash and Die” travel articles. You know, the kind that show hidden temples inside of volcanoes, etc. I would really like to cross these things off my list. However, now that I’m a boring responsible adult making only seven figures, life has its limitations.
This is dumb dumb logic. Like I said, I’m an adult now. I make the rules. I should seize the freaking day. What was our great patron saint Drake’s motto again?
Anyway, if we look at our main setbacks, they pretty much boil down to time and money, which are essentially everyone’s problems. So why are you so special? The best way that I, in my ancient wisdom, have come to solve these issues is to simply travel locally.
America is a stupid big and beautiful country. Just open up Google Maps and explore your state. Even if you don’t live on top of The Alps, I promise there is something pretty for you to discover nearby. This was really important in my adjustment to Los Angeles. The city is a crusty, doo doo-ey desert with hardly anything green growing in it. However, with a little snooping, I discovered some great trails an hour east of me with waterfalls and dense woods, among several other cool treasures equally as magical. Just be curious and do a little snooping.
As a professional dog model, I only have to work three days a year during my transformation period. Most of you probably aren’t #blessed with that much free time, so traveling becomes tricky. The beauty of finding local spots is that you can get there and back within a weekend at most. When you’re traveling locally, it usually means a single tank of gas. Fill your car with friends and split the cost. It’s more fun that way.
For some reason, this advice is easier talked about than actually applied when the weekend comes. It’s so much easier to use that free time for leisure rather than anything else. I mean you work hard during the week. You’ve earned the right to be a couch potato, right? Wrong! I mean, I dunno, live your life, whatever. As your digital advisor, I suggest you to get off your rump and go travel somewhere. You can sleep when you’re dead.
Actually if I’m being completely honest, I can be a big lazy asshat too. I still manage to get out and travel, though. I can recall two instances when I’ve almost bailed on weekend trips with friends because of sleep, but I opted in at the last minute. And I hated every second of it. No, for real, the trips were fantastic and way more precious to me than those weekends of sleep would have been.
If traveling isn’t your thing, then why the hell did you just read this? If it is, there’s seriously no excuse to not do it. America rules, and there’s cool stuff all over. Go out and find something pretty to stomp on!