In my mind, 2018 was akin to a shinkansen (bullet train) journey in Japan. I immensely enjoyed the ride, but felt like it ended way too soon.
“I’m afraid you didn’t get the role”, she said as my heart sank.
When people read about my solo travel adventures, they often assume that I travel alone because I’m single.
Nearly 5 years ago, I gave up my home and most possessions to embrace a digital nomad lifestyle.
The world is full of people different from you and me – and when we embrace those differences with an open mind, we go from being citizens of one country to that of a shared planet.
My mind flooded with questions as I sat there, among the orange-robed monks of Wat Suan Dok in Chiang Mai.
2017 has been a strange year for me as a travel blogger.
These countries make me feel like even though I don’t belong anywhere in particular, I belong everywhere.
That night, I decided to give up living at a permanent address.
Even though I unnoticeably flipped my life calendar to 29 a few weeks ago, the little voices within me wouldn’t go unnoticed.