I spent much of my youth traveling the world, often with a business trip as the first leg. Singapore became a gateway to Thailand. Europe opened doors to Egypt. Those combinations felt worthwhile—and the advice in this article rings true.
But these days, if I'm in Las Vegas or NYC, as tempting as they are, I've been there enough. I'd rather be home, where I feel most productive. After years on the road, many of my long-term relationships in San Francisco have retired, fled, or passed away. So lately I find myself putting more energy into arranging a simple dinner party with close friends than planning my next bleisure trip.
I'm grateful for all that travel—I think I'm more interesting and more developed because of it. But I've started wondering: there's a phase of life for accumulating experiences, and a phase for deepening the ones you have. Maybe the real skill is knowing when you've crossed from one to the other.
That said, some memories only happen on the road. I was in Milan for an IGLTA convention when three other attendees invited me to join them at Lake Como. That became one of those indelible moments—the kind you couldn't have planned.
Wishing my bleisure friends much love and likely to cross your paths in TSA and have this same conversation during take off; one of life's many unanswerable questions.
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