"Live modestly, travel extensively."
That’s the way my parents have always done things with me, and I fully intend on passing that tradition onto my children someday.
We don’t have a ton of money, but I’ve traveled more than anyone I know, and I have my parents to thank for that. It’s changed the way I see the world, other people, my own life.
My parents both came here with mere dollars in their pockets, and now they can take me on somewhat lavish trips once a year. Coming from the Cultural Revolution (and Vietnam War, for Mom), my dad sees that as a sign of success; I can definitely agree with that.
While we were on a cruise from Venice, my dad kept hinting about how happy and fulfilling it’d be if I took him and my mom along with me (and my family) when traveling the world someday. It’s the way he’d want me to return the favor. Even though they’ll be old and less energetic than they are now, I know I’ll do it someday. I see no better way to honor the parents who have given me so much, not only in possessions but also experiences.
Thank you, Mom and Dad, for giving me the world.
[Entry from my Prague journal]