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
Let me be completely honest with you for a few minutes. By the time November rolled around, I was kind of sick of the “digital nomad” cycle. I was sick of packing and unpacking my bags. I was sick of having to find new grocery stores and ATMs and pharmacies and go-to bars and restaurants. I was sick of learning new language phrases. I was sick of figuring out how to work a new stove, shower, and washing machine. After five months on the road, and a really rough month in Rabat, I was in a pretty weird emotional state.
Morocco!! Africa!! Month 5!! Anyone else feel equal parts excited and anxious at the sight of those words? No? Just me? Cool, cool. How about cockroaches? Bottled water? No access to Whatsapp/Skype/Hangout calls? Or French food? Camel rides? Super moon in the Sahara? Suffice it to say, Month 5 in Morocco was a perfect example of my Remote Year life: extremely high highs, but extremely low lows… Highlight of the Month This is hard!! I’m going to split between three… 1) Hiking to the Bridge of God near the Blue City. I haven’t had that much fun in a while.
I was an awful blog owner last month. Morocco was hard. I’ve tried writing about it a few times and just couldn’t get it out in the right way. I was too whiny. Or just plain sad. Or angry. Or trying too hard to be optimistic. None of the posts felt true to my real feelings. I’ll keep editing the posts though. I will get you at least one. As hard as last month was though, the last twenty-four hours I have spent in Valencia have been 10,000x better. Despite the fact that my luggage got stuck in Madrid over
The end of one of my favorite months so far. One of my happiest months so far. Especially after my month in London was a bit of a let down compared to my expectations. Lisbon was absolutely the perfect place to recoop! And we got five weeks there instead of the typical four. Now, we are in Rabat, Morocco – a not-too-touristy town that is home to many expats and french cafes. This does mean though that we are 1/3 of the way done with our year abroad. Which is insane to think about. We also had three other remotes