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What happens when you don’t travel for a year.
The truth’s just waiting to catch you.
This year, I’m looking for full-time work.
I detoxed from caffeine.
I owned up to being that weird healthy-healthy friend.
I wrote a gift guide.
But I’m most proud of not traveling at all this year.
Yes, I’ve hiked some with friends. But the farthest I’ve gone is just slightly up to the state above mine. Even then, I live at the tippy-top of Oregon. It doesn’t count.
I’ve made this promise before: No travelling for a year.
But, like a whore, I broke it for my career.
Conferences are nothing to sneeze at. Especially when you’re working at them, which I am prone to do.
But when you tell people you’re not travelling, and then you find yourself on a plane to Florida to cover something… it does a number on your soul.
So 2019 became the year of no travel. As in no travel at all.
Day trips and probably only small jaunts for me. No airplanes, ships, or trains. No car rides over 1 day.
I’m halfway through. Changes are already happening.
