
Traveling can fill you with emotions. The obvious ones: excitement, joy, exhilaration, wonder and so on. I’ve tried to express here that, like life, it isn’t always roses. There are times of frustration, anxiety, loneliness, fear, and sadness. Traveling isn’t a ‘vacation’ and it becomes ‘life’ of a different sort. But those of us that love it, love it all and know the benefits far outweigh any negatives. These people tend to live their lives with the same positive outlook as well.
Through my travels I have directly and indirectly met dozens and dozens of people with this same attitude. I have met them face-to-face all over the world from Hanoi to Ecuador to Egypt. But I also have met many people online through this blog. Because of this little website – I’ve made contacts for jobs and made good friends that I’ve met in person and seen several times thereafter.
I answer just about every email I receive (except for those spammy ones – no, I won’t advertise your on-line gambling company). About two years ago, I received a fun comment on a blog post about Ecuador from a girl named Reed in Hoboken, New Jersey (my home state!). She had found me through a podcast I’d done with Chris Christensen on the Amateur Traveler about how I worked around the world.
We had some nice, easy emails back and forth and she told me she was working in New York City and at the same time ‘planning her escape into the world’.

Like I do with many of my new email friends, I saved her email as a reminder to try and meet up with her next time I was in New York. I could tell that this was someone I wanted to know. This was someone with whom I would most likely become friends and know for a long time. I could tell she had the same attitude as me and was really living. And this is what life is all about to me – making connections with people and sharing ideas and a lot of laughs. A year later, I emailed her to let her know I’d actually be in Hoboken and hoped maybe she could meet up for drink prior to a dinner engagement I had.
The email I received back hit me like a ton of bricks:
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