Me, Myself and I
The first tagline of this blog was “I dream of quitting my desk job and doing this instead” (raise your hand if you’ve stuck around from so long ago).
Some of you were already here when I first downshifted and then quit my desk job, all because I knew that working remotely would allow me to go back to that nomadic lifestyle I loved so much during my youth, when I lived in London, Madrid, Dublin, and Slovenia.
Here’s what happened when I did one thing that is totally out of my comfort zone.
Real life feels so empty after spending the first half of my summer in Malta.
A couple of months ago, I felt so eager to step out of the ordinary and challenge myself with something outside my comfort zone that I decided to take care of a group of teenagers on a study holiday in Malta.
I’m sitting on a bench in my usual spot, by the Harbourside, gazing at the boats that are bobbing on the waves, with the head in my hands for no particular reason. Suddenly, a caring voice drowns out Bristol’s ever-present seagull’s moan:
“Are you ok my lover?”
That was the exact moment when I began feeling nostalgic, knowing that soon no stranger in the street would have cared if I looked down, or wished me a nice day, or called me “my lover”.