We recently took a spur of the moment trip to Paris for a romantic break in our usual travel plan. After learning of a week delay before starting our house sit in England, Jarrell suggested to spend our break in France. Paris has always been on our long list of places we want to see on our journey, so we were beyond excited to add this stop to our adventure. I quickly learned that you could travel very cheaply from London to Paris, so we decided to spend a little extra on our apartment. Besides, you only get one first trip to Paris, right?
After spending over three years abroad, throughout around 30 countries, I’m somewhat of a wiz when it comes to maneuvering without speaking the local language. This is often one of the biggest fears for new travelers
We recently celebrated our third ‘freedom-versary’, as my best friend named it. On October 1, 2013 we boarded one-way flights to Panama City, and have been gallivanting the world ever since. The plan was to hop around South America for three years, concluding the adventure in Brazil at the 2016 Summer Olympics.
The term ‘digital nomad’ is the new hippie – it sounds cool, but most people that claim to be one are just faking it. It’s so much more than a title. It’s all about the freedom and independence associated with it. A digital nomad is anyone that works online, and therefore has the freedom to live any and everywhere in the world. That’s what we do and how we have traveled and lived abroad for the past three years.
I awoke to the sun creeping through the French doors of our apartment in Cambodia this morning, excited that it was only 7:45 in the morning, which gave me plenty of time to call my parents, who are currently 11-hours behind us.
I fell in love and followed my dream, so naturally my ‘happily ever after’ kinda kicks in whenever life begins to kick my ass, right? Wrong. My energy is affected by negativity regardless of where I am in the world.
Every dinner party started with this question, and for far too long, I allowed it to dictate the decisions in my life. I was too afraid to figure out what I wanted or who I wanted to be, because I didn’t want to have to go through the “difficult” stage of stumbling through my answer to the dreaded, “What Do You Do?”
We didn’t begin traveling to escape anything; racism included. Honestly, I had no expectations for our journey around the world, only desire. It was the only thing I was passionate about, and throughout every phase of my life the desire never faded, instead it continuously intensified.
I’ve had a strong desire to travel for so long that I can’t even pinpoint its origin. Not only do I not know where the desire came from, I also have never had a clear idea of where travel was going to lead me, or my life.