I don’t post a lot about the actual, general experience of Remote Year, but there is one particular aspect to this type of travel that’s worth mentioning and maybe making fun of a little bit.

On Remote Year, you can’t do anything alone. Not in an “I’m dependent and need everyone’s help” way, like if you plan something, even as simple as mentioning trying out a new dinner spot, 3 plus more people will want to join. I once was asked by a friend considering applying for Remote Year if I ever felt lonely. I laughed in response, and that was month 2.

For example, two Cousteaus planned solo trips to different cities and ended up on the same train. And we do keep trips we plan secret sometimes so several people don’t join. Not secret, but we’re not shouting about our plans until we’re, like, packing.

It’s almost hard to steal solo moments away, and for a sociable, extrovert like me it’s great. But it also gives way to group dynamics that we’re definitely too old for. When you’re constantly surrounded by the same people and with them all the time, drama will ensue, it is inevitable.

And everywhere we go, we roll deep, especially if we’re going out. On a typical party night expect to see 10+ of us pile into a bar, or club, or space with some kind of dance floor. Dinner reservations are rarely under 7 people, and it is a very common occurrence to walk down the street and run into another Cousteau along your way.

I’ve never had a big family. I see in movies and hear from friends stories about the whole family avalanching upon one place and never knew what that was like until now. And that’s what we are in Cousteau, a family. And though I’m done with splitting the bill for dinner tables of 10, I’m happy to roll deep with them for 6 more months, and hopefully even longer.

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