Happy Nomad-aversary to Me!

Today makes 3 years of official homelessness, of roaming the globe and eating all the delicious things, of spending time with old friends and making new ones, of living outside the bounds of normal (no matter how you define normal.)

It’s been an amazing three years and I’ve learned and grown so much.  It’s not been without it’s trials and difficulties and FOMO but I’m so glad for all the experiences I’ve had, even the shitty ones, because they’ve forced me to grow in ways I might not have otherwise.  I don’t think I would change a thing about my adventures (except maybe having had better health insurance starting out.)

In the last 3 years I’ve seen my closest friends from when I first started traveling mostly settle down for various reasons: work, family, being ready to stop moving.  Now I’m making new friends on the road, some who have been traveling far longer than me and others who are testing this lifestyle out.  I sometimes feel like I’m still testing this lifestyle out, even though I can’t imagine what settling down somewhere would look like.

So what have been some of the most amazing things from the last three years?  Oh, I’ll tell you.

These two beautiful ladies 

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Nastassia & Isabella hanging out without me.  The nerve!

They’ve both stopped nomading but meeting them was definitely one of the highlights of my first two years on the road.  I love them immensely and hope they’ll always be in my life.


Having my mom come all the way to Thailand to see what my nomad lifestyle is like 

Mom having coconut ice cream in Bangkok

Such a good sport about my dragging her around sightseeing in 90 degree weather. It was worth it for the coconut ice cream.

We got plenty of massages and ate delicious things and did more sightseeing in one week than I normally do in a month.  Plus I got one-on-one time with my mom, a rare treat when you’re one of five.

Learning all about Argentine wines through the careful tasting of at least 10 bottles a week at Vinosfera. 

buenos aires wine shop

Obviously the people are missing in this photo. They were busy drinking.

The fact I met some of the exciting non-nomads I know in Buenos Aires makes me want to return over and over again.


The original HP crew in DaNang and Chiang Mai. 

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Manu sitting on Bianca’s lap is the best part of this photo

Thank you for (literally) saving my life and then being all over the world to show me cool things in places as far flung as Kuala Lumpur to London to Montreal.  I am not much for organized tours of any sort but I am so very, very glad I showed up in DaNang to troll my baby brother.


And I have no cutesy photos for these but I want to mention:

  • Thai massages, which are, in my not-at-all humble opinion, the best type of massages.  They are lazy man yoga and so wonderful and cheap in Chiang Mai.


  • Being able to volunteer with groups like Fuck Rape Culture and the Recall Aaron Persky campaign no matter where in the world I am.  Yes, those are fundraising links.  Hint.  Hint.


  • Making friends like Toby (and Toby’s luggage handler) and foca, who are willing to join me in spending way too much money in order to eat delicious things all over the world.  I thought people (and stuffed animals) like you didn’t exist on the road and I’m so very, very happy to be wrong (my bank account hates you though.)


  • Somehow convincing Glamour Magazine to let me tell their audience about my amazing lifestyle and my badass lady nomad friends.  Being on the road has convinced me to chase all my dreams, including my professional writer ones, so cheers to HuffPost, Entrepreneur, Business Insider, Pinstriped and everyone else who has trusted me to do good work for them so far.  (See more here.)


  • Spending more time than ever with the people I love scattered around the world. I am not going to list out all the people I appreciate and have seen but if I’ve put any effort into seeing you in the last three years, you’re included on this list and are part of why traveling is amazing.


So here’s to a good first three years on the road.  There have been highs and lows, good adventures and not-so-good ones, but it’s all led to somewhere good – which today is a flight to Barcelona.

Here’s to another 3 years of too much time in transit, too much delicious food and wine, new friends and old and hopefully several more adventures I can’t tell my family about (love you guys.)


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