We hear a lot about how much kids can change your life. Your fun times are over, you swap out your miniskirts for mom jeans, and you might as well throw your passport in the diaper pail.
When you’re in your twenties (with no kids), you don’t mind sacrificing convenience and time for money…you’re willing to take a four-day train trip through Myanmar, sitting up in badly upholstered seats the entire way, because it’s cheaper than a 45-minute plane ride. You’re willing to buy all your food from street vendors and damn the potential intestinal consequences. You go without travel insurance since the chances of your needing it are likely pretty low. You’re also only responsible for yourself and your personal experience; you can inconvenience, injure, or bore yourself to tears without having to worry about doing permanent damage to someone’s tender growing psyche.