My name is Ken.
I’m not your typical “digital nomad.” I’m married. I seldom wear tank tops. I do not, in fact, live in Chang Mai nor am I a social media consultant. In fact, I’m pretty sure my days of “digital nomading” are coming to a close soon as my wife and I just start just occasionally traveling like normal people.
In 2014, I took my first transcontinental trip to New Zealand with a side-trip Fiji. From then on, I was hooked. When I announced plans to sell nearly all of my worldly possessions and board a one-way flight to Chile, friends and family reacted in one of two ways: some looked perplexed, others envious.
Since then, I’ve visited many more countries and found new adventures. My wife and I have even done it with a cat in tow. We typically find a “home base” for six months to a year or more, then venture out from there. It might sound like I’ve seen the world, but I haven’t; only a few small slivers of it. I only started traveling in my 30s, an oversight I aim to correct and document here.