Intro to a Forty Year Old Backpacker
Mid-Life Crisis at Forty If you would have asked me when I was thirteen, "What do you think your life will be like when you are forty years old?" I would have probably guessed by the time I turn forty, life would be boring, really boring. By my twelfth birthday, I had already given up on my dream to be an MLB player and didn't really know too much about being an adult. The only grown ups I knew were my parents, teachers, and friends' parents. In my head, the teachers mostly gave us detentions and wore a shirt and tie. Neither of that sounded exciting to me. The other grown ups took us places in their Minivans, and spent all of their money on us. That didn't sound fun either. I also remembered them talking about jobs they hated. I had no comprehension of the love my parents had for me, my teachers had for me and even my friends' folks had for me. To my brain, Love was just a word that made me feel uncomfortable Instead of appreciati...