What Happens to a Dream Delayed? (A Letter to the Middle-Class Woman Who Put Travel on Hold)

You had dreams once — of sipping rosé in Santorini, of walking barefoot in Zanzibar, of living, really living, beyond your to-do list.

But you were practical.
You chose the safer job. You stayed close to home.
You built a life out of sacrifice — and my God, it was noble.

But now, on quiet days, the longing returns.
Not loud. Just a whisper: “What if?”

To you, the woman who tucked her wanderlust behind responsibility:
We see you. We honour your story.
And we invite you to consider this — Travel is not selfish. Rest is not indulgent. Joy is not reserved for the rich.

There’s a softness waiting for you.
In hammams in Morocco. On houseboats in Knysna.
In sisterhood circles where no one expects you to be strong all the time.

You don’t have to quit your job. You don’t have to fly business class.
You just have to say yes.

And we’ll meet you there — with an itinerary and an open heart.