The day I was graduating from college, Mom took me to breakfast – alone.
“I think you should delay starting your new job until September and backpack through Europe,” she said. “Once you start working, you say you’ll do it, but you never will.” I had issues to work out – my boss, my girlfriend, the biggest one being money.
“I’ll lend you $1,000,” Mom said. “You pay me back $100 a month.” And so I went. As we left breakfast, Mom, who’d lived through two world wars and one depression said: “Travel while you can. You never know.”
I finally understand.