Updated: 07/22/19 | July 22, 2019 (Originally posted 7/19/2011) Back in 2008, I was burnt out from travel. It had been eighteen months and I’d had enough. I cut my trip to Australia and New Zealand short and flew home. I was tired of meeting people, tired of moving around, tired of having the same conversations over and over. It’s one of the downsides of long-term travel. It was a hard decision. “If you don’t like traveling, don’t do it,” Scott said. We were in Brisbane as I hit my breaking point and, since he had been traveling longer than I had, I was asking his advice. “You don’t need to prove anything. You’ve been gone close to eighteen months. Go relax back at home, and come back when you’re ready. The world will always be here.” “I know, but I just feel like I’m giving up. I’m so close to New Zealand and the end. Am I just being impulsive?,” I asked Scott. “You have to follow your gut.” The next day, on impulse, I decided...