At some point, travel decisions begin to feel different.  And I'm there, at that point. I'm living it.

Not because curiosity fades. Not because dreams get smaller.

But because time feels more real.  And it's moving faster.

It shows up quietly—in conversations, health checkups, the way “someday” starts to feel less certain. And suddenly, trips once imagined for later feel like they belong in the now category.

I’ve traveled all over the world.
I’ve seen extraordinary places, stood in front of famous landmarks, and had moments that will always stay with me.

And then I went to Africa.

Nothing prepared me for it.