Begin to look at maps with the narcotic tingle of possibility.

For some reason, we see long-term travel to faraway lands as a recurring dream or an exotic temptation, but not something that applies to the here and now. Instead — out of our insane duty to fear, fashion, and monthly payments on things we don't really need — we quarantine our travels to short, frenzied bursts.

At times, the biggest challenge in embracing simplicity will be the vague feeling of isolation that comes with it, since private sacrifice doesn't garner much attention in the frenetic world of mass culture.

I think your travels get better when you stop showcasing your journey to others and begin to live it, quietly and joyfully.

Long-term travel isn’t about being a college student; it’s about being a student of daily life. Long-term travel isn’t an act of rebellion against society; it’s an act of common sense within society. Long-term travel doesn’t require a massive “bundle of cash”; it requires only that we walk through the world in a more deliberate way.

Of all the adventures and challenges that wait on the vagabonding road, the most difficult can be the act of coming home.

What better way to discover the unknown than to follow your instincts instead of your plans.