A recovering attorney exploring the world. I plan other people’s trips; I write; I dive; I refuse to return to an office. Find me at chasingtheunknown.com/blog
Every time I encounter a snail, I think a little more about my nomadic life and the meaning of home. In the last nine weeks, this has meant a great deal of thinking as snails seem to be everywhere I turn.
Not long ago, after learning how long I’ve been on the move, someone asked how I handle the…
To the women of Ubud: