Years ago, after I turned 30, I decided that absolutely nothing was more important to me than to travel. It became, for me, the primary criteria by which every purchasing decision was made: "Does this get me closer to an airplane?" If the answer was no, then I at least paused before proceeding.
The upshot of this discipline is that I was able to go to Europe twice a year, spending about 3 weeks there in total each year. My co-workers exhibited a constant combination of annoyance, jealousy, and just plain incomprehension as to how this could be done.
Here's how:
As soon as I got a cell phone, I disconnected my land line. Packed lunches. Coffee from the free office coffee maker, rather than the expensive cafe ... View the Post