Whenever people hear that Jon and I travel for a living, they automatically assume we’re having fun all the time, as if we were on vacation 24/7. And I wish we were. I wish we could take walks on the beach and
A lesson learned from nearly a decade’s worth of relationship
The last thing my ex had said to me at the end of our nearly-a-decade relationship was, “I booked you a ticket back to the States.”
At the time, he had already been seeing someone else and in an effort to facilitate his new relationship, decided to book me a one-way ticket back to the States without warning.
Dim sum. Flights. Clothes. Fresh fruits…kitchen tools. Money was, after all, something my parents didn’t have much of growing up.
When I first started traveling in Southeast Asia, I’d stop by every Chinatown there was, shop at the largest malls I could find and eat at the highest-rated restaurants. That was what I thought traveling was — adventure and excitement from seeing and eating the same things others before me had done. It was fun, no doubt, but at times I would wonder if there was more I could do.
Last year, I became a full-time traveler. The decision was hard, but ultimately I wanted the freedom of working wherever I want. So far I’d been to Thailand, Malaysia, Vietnam, Singapore, Indonesia, Philippines and a few other countries in less than