I have no doubt that a few years from now, we’ll look back at 2020 as a bad dream or something out of a sci-fi movie.
I sorely miss the joy of writing about low-key discoveries on my travels, for a smaller group of readers with a stronger bent towards responsible travel.
What’s it like to chain myself to one place after 7 years on the road?
Epic land journeys, under-the-radar destinations, getting featured in the Washington Post… 2019 was all sorts of awesome and unexpected.
It’s not always the big decisions that shape our lives. It’s often the stupid, tiny, laughable ones.
I finally decided to write this post for fellow dreamers, adventurers and rebels, who dream of doing life differently.
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.