How to cure a case of wanderlust

In my case, it was simply a matter of saying "yes." 

My dad has the privilege of traveling far and wide for business trips. One week he'll be in Korea, the next week he has to make a stop in London, and maybe next month he'll travel for a meeting in Singapore. Me on the other hand, I have come down with a serious case of wanderlust. 

In college, I was lucky enough to study abroad in London, where I had an internship at Lancôme and spent my weekends skipping over to places like Paris or Prague with my roommates. Craving some tapas? We'd book a weekend trip to Barcelona. Always wanted to visit Italy? We'd hop on a cheap flight to Rome. It was nonstop adventure and I loved every minute of it. Flash forward to today and it has been three years since I stepped onto an airplane, excited to disembark in exciting, new, unexplored territory. Between living in New York, working in public relations, and using all of my vacation time to visit family for the holidays, international travel fell to the wayside; but my craving to see the world never diminished. 

So a few weeks ago when my dad invited me to tag along with him to a business trip on China, I knew that I had to seize the moment and say "yes" to the opportunity of a lifetime.