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I should have been a flight attendant. Truly. I suffer from a permanent case of major wanderlust. Nothing makes me happier than throwing my clothes in a suitcase or bag and walking out the door knowing I’m going somewhere. On vacation, some people dream about their bed at home. I dream about the next bed in some far off location. Life has a habit of happening and it’s taken me a while to figure out that life is short and we should all follow our passions. No longer am I the wild and free twenty-something that could have and should have started a travel blog or wrote a book. Now I have responsibility in the form of children, a mortgage and a real estate career. I also have a loving husband who tends to think I’m crazy and attempts to curb my wanderlust. Ok, I’ll admit we’ve fallen into the American “"two weeks vacation trap”. He gets two weeks off for vacation every year and we are lucky if we take those. We try to take trips around times the kids are out of school ...