I keep telling people I like slow travel, but most of the time it feels like an escape because let's face it, I am not able to travel at all right now. Even this piece, I am writing from a neighbourhood cafe, pretending I am on vacation.  I so  want to travel more. All the time. I think about it constantly. Random places, random food, random streets I’ve never walked on. And then I look at my life and it’s work, responsibilities, deadlines, and this constant feeling that I’m postponing myself for “later”. So when I see people my age moving cities, picking up hostel jobs, travelling without overthinking it, yeah, burns real bad bro. Sometimes more than I’d like to admit. Somewhere, I also feel that, along the way, travel has become a scoreboard for people. How often do you go. How many places you’ve been to. How stuffed your Instagram looks. I don’t do very well in that version of travel. Not because I don’t love it, but because travelling fast makes me anxious. I don’t enjo...