When I was in middle and high school, I lived out of a suitcase. My parents were away a lot, so I bopped around from friends house to friends house with an overstuffed lime green tote bag filled with a straightening iron, at least three Abercrombie jean skirts and bronzer and foundation that were 2-5 shades too orange for my skin. Staying put wasn’t really my thing, especially after I realized that constant mobility is the easiest way to gain independence (back then, it was as a means of sneaking out to kiss boys, but still an important lesson).
My mom took to calling me her little gypsy because I was always on the move, and truthfully not much has changed in the last 10 years(except, thankfully, my taste in clothing and ability to match my makeup). But now, instead of shuttling between friends’ houses, my gypsy-like tendencies have taken me all over the world. Even thought I’ve technically lived in New York permanently for the last four years, I’ve found myself spending increasingly more time packing, unpacking and planning my next adventure than actually living there.
Considering spending $1600 a month on an apartment doesn’t make a whole lot of sense when you’re only staying in it half the time, I recently realized it was time to make a change. 8 boxes, 15 bags and 70million flights of stairs later, I’m officially a girl without an address who is five days away from starting her life as a “digital nomad.”
… I’m sure you’re wondering, “WTF is a digital nomad?” which was my sentiment exactly when I first saw the phrase in an Insagram ad back in September.
“Become a digital nomad — Work from anywhere with Remote Year!” read the caption under a picture of a guy with a laptop on a beach (… or something like that). I clicked the ad and found out that “Remote Year” was basically study abroad for grownups. It hosts groups of 75 remote workers who work and travel together in a new country each month for a year.
I know — It sounds amazing, right?!
I’m a freelance writer who already does work from anywhere (I’m currently typing this in the passenger seat of a car with my entire life packed into the trunk), so I was obviously intrigued. Most days I end up writing from my shoebox-sized apartment in the West Village, and writing from Thailand/Prague/Buenos Aires sounded like a marginally (ok, MUCH MUCH MUCH) better option… especially considering the program costs exactly the same as my rent.
I filled out the shockingly simple application (which basically only asked for my name, email address and job description) and texted my boyfriend something along the lines of “I just did something fucking insane.” The program gets tens of thousands of applications a day, so I truthfully didn’t think there was any chance in hell that anything would ever come of it, but two months, another questionnaire and a video interview later, and somehow I was in.
Which leads me to today. The New York chapter of my life has come to a close (… I’m not not crying as I type that) and I’m about to live out my teenage dream of being a full-time traveler. And obviously, I’m going to write about it.
So what, exactly, should you expect from this blog? Pretty much any and everything that happens during this adventure that’s worth sharing, and then some. Travel blogging, IMHO, has gotten way too serious — I’m here to lighten things up a little bit.
Follow along on this borderline insane (ok batshit crazy) journey of a lifetime on Instagram and right hurr. Let’s just Zo, y’all! (… sorry.)
Where I’m Headed:
February: Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
March: Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam
April: Phnom Penh, Cambodia
May: Bangkok, Thailand
June: Belgrade, Serbia
July: Lisbon, Portugal
August: Prague, Czech Republic
September: Sofia, Bulgaria
October: Buenos Aires, Argentina
November: Córdoba, Argentina
December: Santiago, Chile
January: Lima, Peru