Welcome, dear reader, to the section of this blog that is supposed to tell you a little about what I’m doing, and why I’m doing this. This is my first ever blog entry, so forgive me if I either ramble too much, or give away too little.
My name is Nathan Mizrachi. I was born and raised in a boring, quiet suburb of San Diego, and made a break for what I assumed to be the more sophisticated, culturally vibrant halls of academia at a liberal arts college…in a (slightly less) boring, quiet suburb of Boston. The truth is that neither coast has a monopoly on all the smart people, nor on all the dumb ones–there’s a mix everywhere you go. Maybe they just happen to be more interesting in the city than in the burbs? In any case, well before I ever left home, I had become fixated with travel. My dad used to have a beautiful wooden globe in his office, and as early as the age of five I remember running my fingers over its multi-textured surface, picturing exotic places such as Addis Ababa, Copenhagen, and Tokyo. When I was an undergrad, I was accepted to a study abroad program in Sevilla, but ended up staying in the USA because I was too afraid to break up with my girlfriend at the time–although I tried lying to myself and my friends that it was really because I wanted to prepare for law school. One relatively mediocre entry exam later (and two semesters following), I found myself starting a sales job here in Boston, and told myself that after a year or so of saving as much money as possible, I would finally quit and go on the journey of my dreams.
So why am I doing this now? Because at the age of 23, I am fortunate to be debt-free, I still remember a lot of the important things I studied as an Art History major and will actually appreciate the art I see, and because this is literally a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to go on an adventure and let the world shape me on its own terms. It’s cliché, but travel is the only thing you pay for that makes you wealthier. I have saved up just enough money to put a down payment on a small apartment, buy a really nice car, or buy a new Hugo Boss suit every day for a month. While I’ve had many conversations with people who have traveled–and loved their experiences–I can’t recall many people fondly recollecting the shopping sprees they went on to buy things that ultimately don’t matter and they don’t remember. If you’re young like I am, have a job that allows you to save some of your money, and haven’t bought your ticket yet, then keep saving so that you can.
You only get one chance.