Life is a beautiful adventure.

Such has been the mantra for most of my adult life. And while I’ve definitely been lucky and/or foolhardy enough to have done some stuff, by 2022 I’d barely scratched the surface of what’s possible. (To be fair, I did have some good momentum going for a few years there. Until, that is … well, you know.)

So, once the post-pandemic world began to summon us from our shelters, I doubled down. A woman possessed, I traveled as much as I could, experienced as much as I could. Then, in early 2022, my mom died rather unexpectedly. It was a soul shock that left me reeling, and feeling more untethered than ever. As the months wore on and my 50th birthday approached, it occurred to me that — though I’ve never been one to really celebrate my birthday — maybe 50 is kind of a big deal? In which case, it seemed the perfect time to really embrace the adventure — unabashedly and with reckless abandon.

Speaking of reckless, at this juncture I feel it important to stress: I am not independently wealthy. I’m just a working chick living on a Nondescript Corporate Cog salary. I’ve got no side hustle, no safety net. Frankly, I don’t even have a plan. Some may think me impulsive, myopic, maybe even irresponsible. They may be right. But, that’s tomorrow’s problem … and since none of us is promised a tomorrow, the question remains: if not now, when?

Thus, with my material belongings in storage and my snail mail set for indefinite forwarding, I shall attempt to Digital Nomad my way around the globe for as long as I’m able. (To any generous benefactors out there: know that I’d much rather eat, drink, music and yada yada my way around the globe than work, so if you’d like to fund my adventures in exchange for unlimited sex…y gin pics, well...there’s a contact button somewhere on this site.

In any case, I’ll be documenting my (mis)adventures via totally random and likely useless ramblings (and likely more than a few Instagram pics). To any who take the time to follow along, I offer my apologies and gratitude in equal measure.

P.S. As you can tell from my pic, I’m surprised you’re still here.