I like to think that travel is in my blood. My parents are from Zimbabwe. They moved to the States before I was born. The rest of my family is spread throughout the world, it’s just what we do.
My dad told me a story once. My great great grandfather and his two brothers lived in New York. The three of them made a pact that they’d each travel to a new country and try and make a living there; whoever was the most successful would win and the other two would join him in his chosen country. My great great grandfather decided to open a hotel on a lake in Zimbabwe (Rhodesia). I’m not actually sure what the end of the story is. My dad never told me or no one actually knows. But the name of the lake that my great great grandfather picked was called Kariba. And the very first place I ever traveled to was that lake when I was 18 months old.
All of this sounds very braggy, which I’m not a huge fan of. But it’s really all to make one major point:
Travel is a part of me, it’s who I am.