I've always thought of my desire for travel as a major defining component of the me in me. It's not so much the luxury of the transportation that's important; it's the scope of kilometers travelled. Frankly, when looking back on the 46 years of my life, it's the journeys that stand prominent.
I doubt there's a single human being, when confronted with their ultimate demise, who wishes they'd spent more time working or at the office. Similarly, I'd much rather live with less but live with personal freedom, than collect material goods which could only act as a leash. I'm not one who'd enjoy whiling away the years in single spot. Movement seems mandatory and I'm thankful Jay's shared this view with me for the last 20 years.