“I’m tired of traveling around the world.” – 8-year-old me, cruising on the Caribbean
Every time I’m home in New York, I ended up seeing someone I know on the street or subway. And I always feel like it’s some small miracle. In a city of 10 million people shuffling around and trying to get places, what are the odds that I see someone I know – every time?
For years, I’ve been asked the same question: Do you have a travel blog? Are you writing a book? Because being a freelance writing digital nomad, I get that a lot. And my answer has always been a sheepish no, at times with some lame excuse, like how because I write for a living, I don’t really feel like having my own thing on the side.