For some time, I’ve been toying with the idea of packing a bag, grabbing my laptop and taking flight. Not for a holiday or gap year, but a new way of life, where I can choose to live in any country I want – and keep moving. As a writer, I can potentially live anywhere, and I often catch myself fantasising about where that might be. Perhaps I’d start by tracing my ancestry in Lithuania, walking in the footsteps of my great-grandparents down cobbled streets. Next stop might be the medieval arches of Bologna, where they serve shots of fizzy water in the heat. And then… who knows? I would be joining a new tribe of digital nomads, who have decided to travel the world indefinitely.
My flatmate in London introduced me to the concept, spending two years on the move, living in Russia, Brazil, Israel, Belgium, America, Germany and India, while earning an income as a freelance programmer. It’s an idea that appeals to me – finding the freedom and courage to travel as part of a new rhythm of existence. I’d spend time in each place, meeting new people and following the rituals of their lives.