A Sentence Per Month: Rabat to Cordoba

I did this before, and it’s time to do it again. Same rules as last time: A one sentence recap of each month (but usually more than that because I can’t narrow it to one sentence). And a four-photo collage for each month (because who doesn’t love photos?). October 2016: Rabat, Morocco Step outside your comfort zone to take in new experiences. And say hi to mom and dad once in a while. ~*~ November 2016: Valencia, Spain Just because it’s not “home” doesn’t mean it can’t feel that way. ~*~ December 2016: Mexico City, Mexico Holidays don’t have to be on a certain day.

Confronting Myself

Hi everyone. In case we haven’t met, my name is Jessica, and I just recently started my last month traveling the world with Remote Year. When I signed on for this trip, I thought I would spend the year working, exploring, and meeting a few nice people. Instead, I spent it working, quitting, and finding a new job (yup, I have a new job – a least a temporary summer job – details eventually). I spent it exploring, getting sick of castles and museums, and trying to find joy in simple things. I also spent the year meeting incredible people that

I’m Back.

Woah. These last two months have been weird. Sorry, future Jessica, for not keeping up with the monthly recaps. Maybe I’ll go back and do that eventually. Sorry, loyal readers (mostly my grandparents and uncles), for abandoning my posts. But I’m back now. So, where’d I go? That’s a good question and not one I’ll really be able to answer. Maybe ever. Physically, I was in Peru and Argentina… mentally? Not so confident. I had an inability to write, even non-personal things, over the last two months. I struggled a lot with my emotions – constantly changing my mind and

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

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