Everyone has this one moment in life: I would like to throw everything away, pack my bags and go on a world tour!
Then you put your chin on your hand, raise an eyebrow and nod in agreement while imagining how to quit the hated job and give your boss and colleagues your opinion, give the landlord the notice and settle accounts with the annoying neighborhood. You lift your chin, clench your fist, and exhale the liberation.
And then you smile into space and see yourself suntanned on beaches in distant countries, a complete new beginning and you nod and say "yes" because you damn well deserve it. And then very slowly the reality of your euphoria pulls the corners of your mouth down and a voice whispers: Do you want to travel the world with a backpack, a tent, and on foot with your teenage daughter? Yes And after 3 weeks you are sitting in a foreign country, in your tent and a worldwide pandemic has broken out. We'll, Shit happens. Have we regretted our decision? No way!