Married 9 months ago. Didn’t take a honeymoon. Too tired. We said we’ll travel next year. It is next year. Still too tired. Probably won’t enjoy it. Maybe travel One Day. Want to start a family. Families are expensive. Want to buy a house. Houses are expensive. Want to retire. Retirements are expensive. Maybe travel One Day. Take the risk. Touch down in Milan. Pasta, pizza, wine. Swim in the Ligurian Sea. Pasta, pizza, wine. Held up Pisa. Pasta, pizza, wine. Confession at the

I’m writing from a train between Sarzana and Pisa. My wife and I have been backpacking through Italy this past week. There’s something so freeing about carrying all your belongings on your back and depending on public transportation. It’s true, we’re missing out all the fun that comes with road trips: Marital tensions rising after that missed turnoff. Anxiously scanning the curb for enough space to park. Locals leaning on the horn as a long line of cars stacks up behind me.