Somewhere on Highway 1 in California, just past Big Sur, I pulled over because the road simply demanded it. No plan to stop there. No marked viewpoint. Just an impulse and an empty shoulder and twenty minutes of standing at a cliff edge watching waves break three hundred feet below. That’s the thing about road…

When I told my parents I was taking a gap year to travel Southeast Asia, my mother thought I was throwing my life away. When I came home nine months later, she told me it was the best thing I’d ever done. She’s right. It was. But here’s what they don’t tell you in the…