There comes a time when life shows you that “exit sign” and you take it or you take it.
I consider that the previous stage of my life was too good. I am proud of how much I managed to grow professionally, of having taken off from my parents’ nest and of the good and long relationship I have had for seven years.
I come with a history of quite traditional families, patriarchal mindset, an inequitable society. Being the only woman among three men, I lived many stereotypes of which I always wanted to differentiate myself from.
[Pink is NOT my fav color]
[I like to ride on wheels]
[Arming and dismantling furniture]
[That they do not treat me with special delicacy]
[Definitely, pay my share of the account]
Although timidly, I always try to be me. So with the blue-green hair painted and a few meaningless dreadlocks, three tattoos super thought but lacking specific meanings. Although a totally normal person, in specific contexts, slightly disruptive.
When the change between stages began, I discovered the freedom that my bicycle gave me. She was going to accompany me always. I knew she would go with me wherever I go. In this process of change that had just begun, something did not fit between everything I knew and everything I felt. I knew there was more and my curiosity to know everything led me to jump (“to the void” as many would say. “To life” as I feel it). I always saw myself outside of my country and without knowing that the term existed, I already knew that I wanted to be a digital nomad.
So, as soon as I found out that I could been received in another country, I did not think about it.
* What I was most afraid of was not doing it.
Once I bought the ticket LIMA – CARTAGENA I had nothing to think about, but a lot to sell. To start this adventure, I did not want anything to pull me back. I wanted to keep only the things that I need. My bicycle makes me happy, so that’s the only thing I need (and some clothes).