When I said no to a trip..
I’ve always been the kind of person who says yes to travel.Yes to new places.Yes to old ones with new memories.Yes to a packed bag and an open road. There’s something about discovering new cultures, new dishes, and getting lost in unknown streets that excites me. I’m the one who’s ready before anyone else—shoes on, playlist queued, heart already halfway there.But at home, it was always a different story.I’d argue with my parents.“It’s been years since we had a proper vacation.”They’d respond with the same sentence every time: “Career first. You can travel later.” Time flew, and we did not go to any new palce, I went on a few local outings with friends—but not fat as never got a permissio n Typical middle-class problems, right? But this year, something changed. I had finally made some progress in my career journey. People around me seemed a little more hopeful. For the first time in a long while, I felt like I was moving forward. I was not doing anything from last...