SOME TROUBLE WITH BUGS, THEN A SOOTHED SOUL
Dec 01, 2020
4 minutes
By Patrick McGuire
In the late spring of 2017, I needed the sort of relief that my Philadelphia neighborhood wasn’t capable of giving me: quiet. Solitude. Things that were living and green. After a bike accident that shattered my elbow, the realization that we’d moved to a rough block, and a presidential election that profoundly grieved us, my partner Ella and I ungracefully exited our lease and roughly figured that we had enough remote work to leave Philly and travel indefinitely. With the benefit of three years’ distance from these events, I can tell you that falling into digital nomad-dom out of necessity and without preparation is an awful idea. But I can also report that our decision to do so ended up
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