As a digital nomad, people are always asking what I miss from home. The food? Rarely. The culture? Nope. Medical care? Just my acupuncturist. My friends? Of course. No one ever guesses what I miss most… my laundry room.
I realize this makes me sound like a clean freak, but I assure you I am not. After 7-months of poor laundry service, washing machines that left clothes stiff or smelling of sewage, and washing skivvies in the sink I’ve reached a new low by microwaving my pants in an effort to dry them faster.
Stop focusing on yourself and help someone else. This was one of the most valuable pieces of advice I’ve ever received.
I know you’re overwhelmed with a million & fourteen things to do. I know your task manager is where great ideas go to die. I know you don’t know what you’re doing and you’ll never feel good enough.
Over the last couple weeks I’ve had a different version of the same conversation with various members of my Remote Year family. The common theme?
We are uncomfortable as hell.
The US election. Aleppo. Mass shootings everywhere. Bowie, Prince, George Michael, Leonard Cohen, Alan Rickman, Garry Shandling, Garry Marshall, Gene Wilder – If feels like half the rock and roll hall of fame is now deceased, the laughter has died and now Princess Leia is gone too.
Life is waaaaay too short to just exist.
Yesterday, I attempted to pack my suitcase for 13 months of travel, and began to virtually meet my Remote Year colleagues.
Yep, things got pretty real.