I spent most of my 20s traveling all over the world. By 29, I was completely over it.

I grew up in New York during the era when high schoolers had green Student Metrocards and St. Marks was a grimy strip of dollar-pizza spots, underage tongue piercings, and cheap alcohol.

I loved coming of age in New York City, but when I entered my early 20s, I started itching for a change. In 2019, at 22 years old, I went on a six-month solo backpacking trip across Southeast Asia — and I fell head over heels in love with traveling.

When I returned home, all I could think was, “How can I get back out there?”

I had zero desire to get a 9-to-5 and be chained to a cubicle, but having a corporate job felt like the only “legitimate” path.

So, I starte…