My passport burns a hole in my desk drawer. I really don’t like letting it go un-used for long periods of time. And somehow, even though I’ve been middle middle class my entire life, I’ve managed to rack up quite the collection of stamps in it. Traveling is really terrible, though, because it is very addictive. It’s an expensive addiction, kind of like gambling, except that at the very least you end up knowing a few words in other languages.
Here is a map from whereivebeen.com. Blue is where I’ve been, red is where I’ve lived, and green is where I’d like to go.
Since that’s next to impossible to see, here’s a list, too.
