I’ve been reading travel blogs for over a year now. This became one of my hobbies not long after I returned home from my semester abroad in Barcelona. My father had just been diagnosed with cancer, and I needed an escape. Dreaming of a future WWOOFing in Australia or tour guiding in Spain was a welcome change from the drudgery of coursework and the disappointment of weekly trips home to see my father while I still could.
I mention all this in the hopes of honestly explaining how a 22-year-old is privileged enough to become a world traveler. I’ve read many blogs whose authors recount how they saved money to travel or how they work student loan payments into their travel budgets. I think this information is invaluable and worth seeking out, but it’s not a part of my experience right now. My father had plans to retire and had been saving up for that next phase in his life. Instead, he died last June, and left my brother and I with a nontrivial amount of money.
I had plans to travel before I lost my father. I even had plans to blog, and would have written posts about saving money or applying to teach English abroad. Inheriting means I have more flexibility to travel where and when I want than I’d have otherwise had. Inheriting also means a lot of other things.