OK, so you know that I did a crazy thing… I sold my apartment and went to live abroad for a while, that somehow stretched to years and the adventure of my life.
What you don’t know is that I did that in my forties, which isn’t exactly the norm these days. Yes, young sassy types do it all the time. But a woman hitting her menopause with chronic endo? Nah, not a trend. A trip maybe, but not a life on the road. Some pretty big reasons led to my decision – a failed love affair, the penny dropping that I wasn’t going to have kids, the whole freelance laptop culture taking off and my being lucky enough to be placed to ride it- but it was more than that.
I knew I wanted to live bigger, to try out different lifestyles.
I knew that I didn’t want to settle.
So in all my incarnations – from an early career in lecturing in Philosophy (really?) to working in corporate marketing and ultimately executive coaching, there had been a nagging voice that there was more. Essentially I have changed my existence from a lifestyle where I knew the faces I’d be looking at on any given day from the moment my teaching timetable was set, to not knowing where my next working gig or address will be.
Currently I’m a happy singleton with a new home for now in the Barbican, Plymouth. My next venture plan is to explore Norway at some point next year and I’ll be sharing that development here, of course. Until then reviewing some of the things that travel has given me beyond just sightseeing feels a very positive thing to do.
I hope you join me for a while.