I like to travel. Well, more accurately, I like to be new places. I'm not so thrilled about the process of getting to new places.
One of the side effects of travel for me is that I'm always about 10% convinced that something will go wrong (e.g. plane crash) and I won't make it back. Rationally, I'm probably in more danger driving to work in the morning. It's not a serious worry, and it's not enough to stop me from travelling, but it's there.
Today I wrote an "if you're reading this" letter. Basically, it's just a way for me to tell people who are important to me that they are important to me if I'm not around to do it myself.
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