When I turned 40, I decided that the next ten years of my life should be filled with excitement and adventure. I wasn’t exactly sure of how to do this, but I knew that a good starting point would be – to get the hell outta New Jersey. So, I set out a resolution for myself: over the next ten years, I would leave the country at least once a year.
In the absence of marraige and children, I have freedom. And I truly believe that I am supposed to use this freedom to seek, and to live, a life that is interesting and fabulous, full and rewarding.
The rules of this resolution were simple. Repeat countries don’t count and neither do business trips. But how was I going to chose the destinations? Well, I wasn’t. The destination was going to chose me.