Against all odds, I became a world traveler in my 25th year.
It began, as all things inevitably do, with a girl. I thought it was ever-lasting love. She was setting out for a year abroad — a summer in Germany, then an academic year in England. I decided, halfway through our summer apart, that I’d join her in England.
Ah, youth.
The relationship didn’t even last until my departure date, but with tickets bought, baggage acquired, traveler’s...