A couple years ago my job title shifted ever so slightly, but enough that suddenly I was on the road constantly. In the last 18 months alone, I’d been to more new countries than I had in the last couple decades of my life combined. Early on in this whole process, a trip to London solidified it as my favorite city to end up in. I was scheduled to go back this week, but with everything going on in the world right now, I’m locked up in my apartment reminiscing on here instead.
It’s easy to feel like a ghost when you travel a lot for work, especially if you’re single. It’s hard to shake the feeling you could just fall off the face of the earth and no one would be any the wiser for a month or two. I’ll normally fish for company on social media when I’m in new cities. Cast a line via a simple post asking if anyone I’ve ever known settled down there. Maria bit.