Travel is an exercise partly in broadening yourself and partly in defining your own limits.

...There are no limits where they choose to travel,

No perfectionist has ever met his own benchmarks, and no one so famished for admiration has ever received enough of it.

Forging meaning is about changing yourself. Building identity is about changing the world.

Listen to the people who love you. Believe that they are worth living for even when you don't believe it. Seek out the memories depression takes away and project them into the future. Be brave; be strong; take your pills. Exercise because it's good for you even if every step weighs a thousand pounds. Eat when food itself disgusts you. Reason with yourself when you have lost your reason.

Fortunately for me, my mother loved travel. Our first non-beach family trip abroad - to England, France, and Switzerland - came when I was 11, and thereafter, we often tagged along on my father's European business trips.