A month ago, my boyfriend and I sold everything and moved down to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico.
First of all, I recognize that this is a privileged position to be in. I am not rich by any means. However, I am from one of the wealthiest countries in the world, which means that my dollar does stretch far when I’m frugal.
My partner and I decided to take advantage of that while we’re relatively young and travel the world while working online full-time. We had traveled the United States extensively. So post-vaccination we figured, “Hey, why not? Now’s the time, right?”
The first disaster I responded to was actually in my hometown. This isn’t typical for the type of response I was doing — but I guess I’m just lucky that way.
On a cold and wet December 26th, at 5:00 am, I showed up in a town where I had once attended a marching band competition. Only this time, I was there to sandbag. The water levels were quickly approaching the levee breaking point. Reports of massive upriver flooding were coming in. The River Des Perez sits in the middle of a very populated Saint Louis suburb, surrounded by homes…
In 2019, I was about as deep into sustainability nerd-dom as you could get. I spent my days pursuing a degree in Sustainable Ecology, thinking I knew it all and having quite a few opinions on lofty ideas like energy policy, wildlife conservation, and world agriculture.
Then much to my own shock, I wrote a policy brief on Thorium-fueled Nuclear as an option for cheap and clean energy. After slaving over this bad boy for a month or so, I shamefully discarded it. No self-respecting environmentalist endorses nuclear power…right?
What follows here is that policy brief, edited. Any of you…
The airport in Puerto Vallarta isn’t massive, which allowed me to watch his shining blonde head all the way through security long after we had said goodbye.
I forced myself to stand there, silent in the center of the walkway while he turned the corner out of sight. On his way to another country and another adventure. Alone.
Crying in the terminal, the truth wrapped around me: no amount of my love — or relaxing in paradise — gave this man what he truly needed. He had to find that for himself.
We had paid my Airbnb through the end…
When I told my mom I was selling everything I owned to travel the world (starting with Mexico), she cried.
“What are you going to eat? How will you make money? What happens if you run out of money and then get abducted by a Mexican cartel and never make it home?”
There were my mother’s fears, not mine — although I’ll admit after a lifetime of living with my mother’s anxiety, I was a bit concerned; I just push that stuff way, way down now.
However, she’s not entirely off the wall with her fears. It’s not like moving…
This is all I can do. Monday — Friday I spend time living like a local. If I get off at a decent time I’ll go grocery shopping and cook, or I’ll go to a restaurant nearby…
Lol- THIS. I work weekends so that I can take days off during the week when most of the tourists aren't around, but like...90% of my time is going to the local grocery store and cooking at home. Paying my landlady. Watching TV. Watching the sunset on the beach because it's a few blocks away. Working out. Wandering my neighborhood looking for 15 cent churros after I finish a day of work. Same as "at home" in the USA, except once or twice a week I go visit some crazy site I could never see unless I'm on vacation. It's not very glam, and it's honestly like pretty "normal" stuff - but I LOVE it and I wouldn't trade it for the world.
Arguably, it might even make you a better worker. The stunning scenery or fascinating culture of a new locale may ignite creativity you can channel into your work. You may find that you can thrive in ways that you can’t in the U.S. or that your own lived experiences have uniquely set you up to flourish in a host culture.
This has been my experience. I will say though, that the digital nomad life has not in any way been easy for me. I feel incredibly privileged to be able to lead this life, but you are absolutely right that there are a lot of hoops to jump through! Great article.
I’ve finally met “The One.” Although all told, I don’t actually believe that there is only one person out there for each of us.
However, I definitely believe that certain people get us. A small subset of the population has the chemistry, the background, and the complementary personality that makes your soul take a deep breath and sigh, “yes, this one.”
When you’ve met that 1 in a Million person, it makes every relationship before seem like you were practicing—the rehearsal before the big opening night.
There is a subtle but all-encompassing tell-tale sign. The way that you know they…
Ecosystem diversity is at risk everywhere, from the Arctic to the Amazon. Besides preserving life on the planet simply for the sake of doing so, this kind of mass extinction is simply bad for human beings. A lack of diversity means an unstable food supply and calls into question the reliability of clean air or water.
Even if you “don’t believe” in climate change, there is always the ever-present danger of a supervolcano eruption. Yellowstone caldera, for instance, would cause a global winter and pollute water supplies worldwide if it were to erupt. …