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Let’s pretend for a moment that it’s 1984. So instead of being my 30th birthday, today my mom is thirty, flirty and pregnant. This is the letter I would give to her as someone with insight into her life.
I was sprinting through the airport — sneakers in one hand, laptop in the other — when I thought, “You’re doing this wrong.” Non-humble brag (wait, that’s just a brag): I’m normally a calm and prepared traveler who packs light and breezes through TSA. But during a trip to California earlier this month, I made a few bad moves and paid in exhaustion throughout my trip. Here, with three top tips to never follow, learn from my mistakes. Please.
My grandmother Alice taught me how to travel.