A few weeks ago, I explained my absence to you — I told you about the bad dream that has consumed my every day for the past 84 days.

Despite the grief, though, life has continued. It has a way of doing that. And not all of it has been bad; in fact, some of it has been very good.

What I’m about to say will probably surprise you. It sure surprised me.

I got a job.

For most people, that sentence would sound normal coming out of their mouth. But for me — someone who’s prided herself on being her own boss and setting her own schedule and traveling whenever and wherever she wants — it sounds insane.

And when you consider the fact the job is in an office, in FLORIDA, it sounds even crazier. I’m still not accustomed to the idea… and I started two months ago.

What am I doing? Writing full-time for The Penny Hoarder.

Why’d I do it? Keep reading. 

Feeling the Burn(out)

When I returned from New Zealand and Bali, I was tired. For the first time, I felt burnt out in my biz.

Looking back through my calendar, I realized why: I’d been on the road for more than half of 2015. It wasn’t really the travel, though, that was tiring me; it was the maintenance of my business while I traveled.

New Zealand mountains
On the open road in NZ.

Had I been running my business from one place, or traveling without running a business, I knew I wouldn’t have felt like this.

I’d done both separately before — but my business had grown. I was in a stop/start cycle of working all hours of the day, almost getting caught up, and then jumping on a plane and falling behind again. I wasn’t posting on this blog because I was drowning in client work.

I felt like I was treading water — like I’d never get ahead.

And as I’d decided back in early 2015, I wanted to just write. I wanted to be free of the content marketing work. The problem? It paid the majority of my bills. And I couldn’t free up bandwidth for more writing work until I dropped the content marketing gigs. It was a catch-22 many digital entrepreneurs are all too familiar with.

But still, I kept going; I didn’t have the time or mental space to do anything else. My reality check, unsurprisingly, came while on a plane. 

I’d been engrossed, working on my laptop, when I looked up and realized I didn’t know where I was going, or where I was coming from. 

When you love traveling as much as I do, you want it to feel special. You want to feel completely consumed by the excited anticipation of a new place. You want to absorb everything: the minute details, the chance conversations, the unexpected pastries.

In that moment, it was clear I had lost something — something important. And if I wanted that feeling (and my sanity) back, I needed to change things up.

Opportunity Knocks

So that’s where I was when Alexis Grant, the badass I owe my entire online career to, called me up. She’d sold her content marketing firm and was going in-house as the executive editor of The Penny Hoarder. And she wanted me to come with her. 

new office
New office is pretty fancyyyy.

My heart immediately leapt. This was it: the opportunity I didn’t know I needed. I trust Lexi fully, and if she vouches for something, I believe her. I’d been freelancing for The Penny Hoarder for a year, and I knew I liked its founder and its content.

Then, she dropped the bomb: they wanted to build the team in person. In Florida.

My first reaction? Fuck no. (Thankfully, I said that in my brain and not with my mouth.) But I told her I appreciated the offer, which I did — and that I’d think about it, which I did.

I thought about it. And talked about it. (Bob was the first person I called; he was totally supportive.) And thought about it some more. The more I did, the more I found myself leaning towards it. No one was more surprised than myself.

I worked so hard to build my business and create this lifestyle — it was tough to imagine giving it up.

With new coworkers on a plane to Charlotte!
With new coworkers on a plane to Charlotte!

Was this travel blogger, this champion of seasonal jobs and location independence, this digital nomad really considering taking a 9-to-5? 

Yes. It seemed like such a good fit. It was a flexible, fun, and innovative environment. It meant I could leave marketing, write full-time, and work with people I respected. I could — maybe, possibly, once I figured out what they were — have hobbies! I could enjoy myself when I did travel, rather than constantly worry about work.

Of course, I was terrified of losing my freedom. I was terrified of not being able to travel as much as I wanted to. And if I’m being honest, I was terrified of what people would think. 

But I’m all about new experiences, whether they’re new cultures, new heights, or new friends. I’ve always said yes more than no, and I figured this was one thing I hadn’t tried.

So I did what I would tell any of you to do: I took the leap. Right after Labor Day, I moved to Saint Petersburg, Florida.

Downtown St. Pete harbor.

What This Means for the Blog

Am I done traveling? Am I no longer a travel blogger? Am I going to become a “consultant,” dress in suits every day, and never see the sunlight again? No, no, and NO.

1. I will still travel. I am a traveler, and always will be. I have a decent amount of paid vacation (paid?! what is that?) and can work remotely one day a week. I’m already eyeing a couple international destinations and have traveled four of the eight weekends I’ve been here… which I’m guessing is a good sign my wanderlust ain’t dead yet.

2. I’m still a travel blogger. I am a blogger who travels, so even though I’m more “settled” than I have been for the past eight years, I still consider myself a member of the club. Not only that, but even if I never left my street again, I’d have enough stories to blog for several years to come.

3. A. I don’t know what consultants do. B. I think suits are awkward. And C. Not even Edward Cullen could tempt me into that existence.

Vinoy Park, St. Pete.

As I said when I changed my domain name, this blog is me, and it will morph as I do. I will still talk mostly about traveling — and will always be here for you as a resource — but I’ll also write about grief, and life, and of course, goats.

I strongly believe this radical change will provide new insights — insights that allow me to serve you better. How, after all, can I espouse life from the road when I really haven’t known the opposite? How can I champion one flavor when I’ve never tasted the others?

The cookie has crumbled in some very unexpected ways the past few months, and truthfully, I have no idea where this path will lead. But, being a traveler at heart, I am looking forward to the journey. I hope you are, too.

Are you surprised? Anything you’d like to see me cover (or not cover!) on this blog in the future?