Everywhere and everything can be a trip if you look at it right. So go to Buenos Aires. Go to Branson. Go camping. Go couchsurfing. Go to a neighborhood on the other side of the city. Go to the corner store. Go home again–seriously, try it. Go west, young man. Go south for the winter. Go far, far away, and don’t tell anybody where you’re going or when you’ll be back. Go to a massive all-inclusive resort in Cancun with fourteen of your new best friends. Go on a plane. Go on a bike. Go back in time in a book (or in a time machine–Do you have a time machine? Can we borrow it?). Go to that little bistro that you wandered across once that was on 3rd Ave. or maybe 2nd and you’ll never be able to find it again. Go to your happy place. Go to a scary place. Go. Go. Go.

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