“Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you’ve imagined.” – Henry David Thoreau
Who am I?
I am a thirty something former corporate slave slash MBA graduate slash overachiever slash nomad in search for my passion — or what drives me — or a place called home — or my next adventure, whichever comes first.
This is my year to be completely selfishly winging it.
“If you only had one year to live, what would you do, and why aren’t you doing it now?”
I remember reading out that question when I was playing 36 questions with my then SSO (somewhat significant other) on my couch last year. I remember saying, “I would quit my job, travel to South America, learn Spanish and see the world.”
So that’s what I did. On November 28, 2016, I had a meeting with my boss where I told him, “I think I’m done.” This was a meeting where he told me that there’s a restructure and his role has changed and that I need to find a new role. I wasn’t interested in finding another role in the bank or another bank, so I just decided to leave.
So here I am, out there somewhere in the world (well, most likely in South America), learning Spanish (and it’s not as easy as they make it sound), dancing anything but salsa, meeting people, seeing the world, living out of a suitcase (no, I don’t backpack), and finding myself.
Ever felt like you’re not really living your life but you’re just going through the motions? Like the only thing that gets you out of your bed is the fact that you have a job to go to and a routine to follow? I’ve been there.
I have basically spent most of my life doing what is expected of me. There is a playbook, and other than getting married and popping babies by my early 30s, I pretty much followed it. I went school, got good grades, went to university, I even went to do my MBA. I had a decent job in banking, for the amount of work I do, I make pretty good money. I had a wonderful boyfriend of 7 odd years who has a successful career of his own and even asked me to marry him. I said no. I left my job after 7 years because I felt like I was drowning. And so here I am spending the last of my 30s being unemployed or “funemployed”, with nothing to tie me anywhere. I have no mortgage, no significant other, no other business and no other responsibilities other than to myself.
So this blog isn’t just about travel, neither is it about lifestyle and luxury (though there maybe some of that), or living out of a backpack (erm, no). I created this blog as a creative outlet for me to share my love for taking photos, and reflections about what to do next as I don’t have any place called home while I live my life on the road.