We buy clothes. We wear them for a bit. Then we get bored of them and throw them away. Then start the cycle all over again. And I am not exempt from this problem.
I got my sense of adventure from my dad. Now if you ask him if that’s true, he’ll tell you no; that I’ve traveled more than him. But I can’t pretend that I didn’t get my love (and borderline obsession) with travel from him.