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I quit my job in 2009 and moved from place-to-place for about three years while freelancing. Spent about 6 months each in Austin, Portland, Chicago, and Buenos Aires, with shorter excursions elsewhere (Santiago, Berlin). By the end of the three years I'd lost the travel bug and longed to be more settled in one location. With about a decade of hindsight now, I can say: - Those years traveling were a highlight of my life. I often reflect on them and reference them, in a probably-very-annoying-to-my-friends way. - Traveling gave me a ridiculous amount of self-confidence. Having to land in a new city, make a whole new set of friends, learn the rhythms, (in some cases) learn enough of a new language to get by, was challenging but immensely empowering. Obviously there were deep, lonely periods as well, but the good and the bad go together. - In a roundabout way, it was a boon for my career. Moving every 6 months in 2010 basically meant I had to freelance, which forced me to learn a whole new skillset of selling, which in turn led me down a path of entrepreneurship. It also led me down some unexpected paths, whether it was folks I met at a coworking space or learning about the Microconf community. I wouldn't do it now, but I'm so glad I did it back then. |
It's always one of those things I don't want to NOT try it, but i'd rather be grounded in the reality vs think its gonna be all roses :)