I’ll be the first to admit that I am incredibly fortunate. As a writer, I’ve had the opportunity to travel to many interesting places, stay in incredibly nice resorts and experience things that few people will ever get to experience. I’ve also seen people in my position become jaded about these things, always expecting more with higher expectations. I never, ever want to become one of those people, and so I am very selective in the opportunities I pursue, and I am always incredibly grateful when someone offers to host me so that I may go somewhere new, stay somewhere exciting and do something I never would have done on my own.
That said, I admit that one thing that bums me out about my job is that I do the vast majority of these things on my own. While fully acknowledging how truly awesome these experiences are, I also admit that it’s often lonely to do them alone. The classic example I use when people ask me about this aspect of my job is the time I stayed on a private island in Vietnam. I had my own villa, butler and private pool. I also had a huge fruit basket and a couple bottles of wine in my accommodations. The island was beautiful and relaxing. Everything about this place spelled romance, and yet I was totally and completely alone. This is just like the time I went snorkeling in St. John’s, drove exotic cars through Red Rock Canyon, rode in my first hot air balloon, skied the slopes in Vail … well, you get the idea. Read More…


