Posted: 08/08/2011 | August 8th, 2011 Five years is a long time to be on the road. Five years spent living out of a backpack, with no permanent home or address. I never thought I was going to travel this long. It was only gong to be a year, maybe 18 months tops, and then I’d go back home, find a “real” job, settle into life, and by now, I’d be married, have a house, and 2.5 children, and be complaining about my retirement fund to my friends. But here I am, five years later, in Romania, with the same backpack, still traveling, still staying in hostels, and still having the time of my life. I celebrated five years of travel by giving away all my frequent flier miles, but I think five years is a good point in which to sit back and reflect on what exactly travel has taught me through this long, strange trip: It’s not that hard . Every day, people get up and go out the door to travel the world. And they survive and thrive. In fact, the travel industry has made it very...