Travel has a way of changing everything; of inspiring and broadening perspective. I remember coming back home from a trip to Kenya when I was 16 with an intense awareness of the privilege of my culture and the injustices that plague most of our globe. Sure, I wasn't there for months, but in my short stint across the world, I became painfully aware of need and was filled with a desire to do something about it when I arrived home.
The problem was, I didn't. My flame burnt out over the excitement of senior year of high school and my focus shifted away from the women I had met on my trip and towards the immediacy (and convenience) of my own life.