Things I’ve Learned About My Future

Most people who know me know that I love the idea of the future. The next. The new. The possibilities. I’m a little bit obsessed with having multiple five year plans – or at least I was until I came on Remote Year. This year, I haven’t had to plan nearly anything except a few side trips. I’m paying Remote Year to choose where I go, how I get there, where I live, and where I work. My decisions are silly things like where to eat and which desert to get. Now that we have less than 100 days in

Remote Year Month 8: Bogota Recap

Bogota was the hardest month for me on Remote Year, so obviously it would be the hardest for me to write about, right? I have about half as many pictures in my photo album from last month than I normally do. I don’t have many tourist-y recommendations. I didn’t eat at many authentic Colombian restaurants. And I didn’t do any side trips. And none of that is a dis in any way to Bogota or the people of Bogota. They were lovely! We had really fun and entertaining City Managers thanks to Remote Year. And they hosted great events for

The True Cost of Remote Year For Me: Part Three

It’s time, friends and strangers. I’ve avoided it for long enough. Today’s the day we talk about one of the most taboo subjects: actual cash money. This post is going to be about Remote Year spending beyond the (currently) $2,000 monthly fee. It’s part of my series of posts on “costs” of Remote Year. Like when I wrote about the details about what that monthly fee covered. Or the abstract/personal costs. Good times. Now remember how I said I’d write a post about the actual monetary cost of Remote Year? It’s time.  I obviously could have written this earlier, but now

Remote Year Month 7: Mexico City Recap

For some reason, I’m totally unmotivated to write about the last month in the first few weeks of each month. I’d blame it on the excitement and adventure, but that’s not true. It’s probably more that I don’t want to say goodbye to these places. I keep convincing myself it’s not over. That was especially true in Mexico City (as well as Valencia). I went in with pretty low expectations. Not many people vacation in Mexico City, and I knew no one who lived there. But, boy did I fall in love. I think my whole group fell in love,

Long Term Travel and Emotions

I am not good at having feelings. I’m especially not good at hiding them; I have cried in pretty much every embarrassing moment there is to cry. If my brain was set up like the brain in the movie Inside Out, my emotions would be so confused all the time. Sadness is probably always crying in the corner over some memory or some potentially sad thing or a YouTube video I just watched about soldiers coming home to their families. Fear is trying to figure out why sadness is crying and coming up with all the potentially bad situations that