As if it is wasn’t difficult enough to see through the list of chores I have to do to maintain my appearance—growing longer with each orbit around the sun—life decided to send me onto this digital nomad life path.
(I promise to you, my dear reader, that I have thought long and hard about using the word “digital nomad,” as it calls to mind images of a tattooed influencer working from a cabin in Costa Rica telling me that their life is so much better than mine)(I used to believe them)(then they’d come home and start blogging about all the ways in which their digital nomad’s life had been miserable.)
One of the complications of this type of lifestyle is that you never know where to do your hair and nails, where to go to the doctor, where to get your clothes dry cleaned, where to go to the gym… You know nothing, and everything is a potential disaster.
So you ask around, trying to do your due diligence, and you still end up having meltdowns because it’s not only finding the right person that …