This post was originally written on October 19th, 2017.
It’s Thursday night and I’m on vacation with my girlfriend. Around now I would start prepping my weekly Monday post on this recent trip through Newport, Rhode Island, Cape Cod, and Boston, Massachusetts.
I had it all figured our you see: I was going to write about what we did, the route we took, how much it cost me personally, and the frugal hacks I enacted along the way. It’s something I’ve done with pretty much all other travel posts.
But instead of focusing on the cents and the dollars, I’m going to talk about two people who made our vacation truly special. It all starts with a receipt:
I had an interesting conversation with a colleague of mine a few weeks ago. I overheard two of them talking about Skechers walking shoes and I couldn’t help but chime in as a brand advocate (they are, by the way, simply the best walking shoe I’ve ever owned).
Like all children of parents, arguments happen. It probably happened as a kid when you were denied that thing you wanted – and for good reason. You probably didn’t need that thing. Your parents were smart, you were just a kid. But as you get older, the arguments start to get a personal – like marriage, homeownership, and children.
My parents gave me life, Canadian citizenship, and economic advantage.
I was born lucky. Even before I exited my mother’s womb, it was predetermined for me that I would be a middle class Canadian growing up. Going to school was never going to be an issue, neither was having food on the table, a roof over my head, or a loving family.