I love traveling. Something about going to places both old and new sparks the imagination, and nothing else replaces it for me. My best creative moments happen when I’m traveling. The change from the familiar to the unfamiliar—or from the familiar to the formerly familiar—causes a new perspective that is so hard to re-create in every-day surroundings. However, sometimes you just don’t have the ability to save the money to.
I have a problem: I love books. Nothing excites me more than dissolving into a fantasy land, falling in love with characters, and becoming fully engulfed in another world. The problem is that it’s very, very hard for me to do that successfully. I’ve had a year full of book starting, worse than I’ve had for a long time. It got so bad I stopped marking books on GoodReads as.
Last month I got sicker than I’ve been in a while, and it was about all I could do to crawl to the couch, turn on my TV, and browse Netflix. Luckily, Netflix recommended I rewatch How I Met Your Mother, which was perfect since all seven of the last seasons are there. So away I went. Earlier this week my roommate accused me of being addicted. As I marathoned, I.
I love traveling, being somewhere else, and experiencing new places. I spent last week in San Francisco for Dreamforce, which with over 90,000 registered attendees became the largest vendor-led tech conference ever. I spent most of my conference time at my company’s booth, telling people why our app is awesome, but I itched every day for the conference to be over so I could spend time in one of my.