Life’s one defining moment. It seems almost as elusive as love. What exactly is one’s defining moment in life? And does it only come around once or are there multiple defining moments that await us over the course of our life? Maybe you know a little something about what I’m talking about. For the athlete, it’s often winning a championship. For an actor or musician, it’s winning a major award. But what about for us commoners? Those defining moments of life may not be so easy to recognize….

My series on the philosophy of travel continues today by asking the question: Does traveling abroad offer a more valuable experience than traveling domestically? Think about it. Are the experiences traveling in your own familiar country of lesser value than traveling to a different country. “Where are you traveling next?” As a frequent traveler and working in the travel industry, this is a question I ask and receive most often. I’ve been to a couple travel networking events recently in which guests were asked to write on their…

I eagerly ran downstairs when I heard the doorbell ring, knowing that my mattress was being dropped off. And I really mean dropped off, as I forwent paying the extra $25 for the delivery guy to carry it up 10 steps to my room. The problem with traveling for 9 months and moving 2,500 miles across the country is that you evidently have to buy things – like a lot of things. Hangers, towels, pillow cases, blankets, and toilet paper. After pushing and rolling the mattress end over…

“Uh, hello?!” I couldn’t get her attention. I had given the stare. You know, what I’m talking about guys. You’re at a bar and you see that one girl that stands out above the rest. You so¬†innocently¬†give a long look, hoping her eyes meet yours. No, this wasn’t a bar, but even better, on a beach in Costa Rica and one of the most beautiful sunsets I had ever seen. It was one of those moments like you see in the movies, where you see the couple sitting…

This evening feels so familiar. It’s not that different than the last few nights. At about 7:45 each evening I’ve been grabbing my headphones and Chuck Taylors and walking around my family’s neighborhood in Atlanta. Yet, there’s something different tonight. There’s such a vivid color to the sky as the sun is setting. Tints of orange and purple mix with the clear blue sky, to make for an evening scene that’s like no other this week. A few minutes in and a couple fireflies are circling at eye…

Day 1: I get in my rental car and review my list. On this list, everything has to be checked off before my first California meetup, this with a friend for drinks. I haven’t gotten a hair cut in three months, haven’t shaved, don’t have a working U.S. cell phone, and my clothes consist of shorts, t-shirts, and a single pair of flippy flops. As I make the turn from the hostel, I casually accelerate and merge onto I-5, which isn’t so casual since I’ve just gone from…