IF YOU’VE never quit your job, sold everything, and left home to travel the world, you’ve never truly lived.
… Or so people like to say these days. Apparently, not only is this THE best way to live, it’s also incredibly simple to accomplish.
Step one: Set fire to your contract and make a dramatic exit through the office door.
Step two: Get rid of everything you own — it’s all so material, ugh — and pack the remainder of your life into a backpack or suitcase.
Step three: Hop on a plane to somewhere with white beaches and drunken tourists, settle yourself in a hammock, and begin *truly living*.
It’s a tantalising idea, sure, and it’s certainly crossed most of our minds at some point or another. But what’s it really like to take the plunge?
One year ago, my partner and I boarded a plane, left our “real” lives behind, and began a life of fulltime travel. And though I’m having an absolute blast and can’t imagine doing anything else, it needs to be said: living the dream ain’t as dreamy as people make it out to be.