“Travel is an intoxicant, particularly for those of us who loathe the sedimentary layers of undone to-dos that pile up at home like domestic fossils.
Insure the jewelry. Call the plumber. Shred the documents. Send the check. Reschedule the orthodontist. Install the virus scanner. Investigate the possibility of identity theft. Call the cable company about the weird overcharges. Seek out marriage counseling. Find the right divorce mediator. Solve custody issues. Split up the 401( k). Join a gym. Or, better yet, don’t. Postpone it—all of it.
Get on a plane and wake up somewhere else. Italy. South Korea. Portugal. Patagonia. Newfoundland. New Orleans.
An editor proposes an idea and you say yes without preemptively untangling the logistics—hell, the logistics will untangle themselves, just like the marriage and the money. The lure of travel will take you far away from the realm of clogged toilets and Con Ed bills. That’s awfully irresponsible, you say? You’re right. I daresay that’s the point.”
- “Hungry: Eating, Road-Tripping, and Risking It All With the Greatest Chef in the World” by Jeff Gordinier