There is nothing more humbling than being a twenty-six year old Master’s degree recipient and having to resort to babysitting for a living. And I’m not talking about a full-time nanny with a respectable salary. I’m talking Saturday night, $50 later, and my boyfriend had to drop me off AND pick me up, like a fourteen year old schoolgirl! I went from saavvy New Yorker to a child-toting, diaper changing, babysitting phenom in five short weeks! Why am I telling my readers this on a supposedly travel-dedicated blog? I’ll tell you why. Desperation, at least in my opinion, is one…