Nomad in training

Picture by Clare Hambly

For years- as long as I can remember- I’ve complained of not being able to travel.  I’ve thought it terribly unfair that many people I knew were allowed the means to travel, either through jobs or by way of family contributions, while I slaved away in New York.

Yet we each make our own decisions, don’t we?  And mine, I’ve come to realize, were fully mired in fear, heartache and other stifling emotions that kept me working jobs I didn’t love here in the city.  I worked for three years at a hedge fund, trying to move up the ladder enough so that I could take trips around the world with my kid.  I was addicted to looking up plane ticket prices and made what I felt were reasonable, safe itineraries.  And yet I never followed through with any of my trips, as emergencies depleted my funds, or bills kept my travels at bay.