I wish travel was more valued in society. If “I can’t go, I’ll be traveling” counted as an excused absence like illness or a family member’s death. I wish the only thing holding us back from travel was our want and willingness and not our calenders and wallets. I wish the life of a nomad was considered heroic and not homeless. I wish taking a few years off from the path of our lives to forge a new and exotic trail around the globe was the road more traveled by. I wish a person’s accomplishments were judged by how many sights one has savored, and not by how much of a textbook they have memorized. I wish a passport of stamps was as much as an accomplishment as a report card of As. I wish I was everywhere and anywhere but here.