I remember sitting at my desk in my old New York office job, staring blankly at a glowing spreadsheet. I was daydreaming about eating street tacos in Mexico City or hiking through the misty hills of northern Thailand. I wanted out of the 9-to-5 grind. I wanted to see the world. But I was also…
I still remember the feeling of standing in a tiny electronics shop in Bangkok, sweat dripping down my neck, completely overwhelmed by a wall of cameras I didn’t understand. I had just left my teaching job in Thailand. I had a backpack, a budget, and a burning desire to document everything around me. But I…
I remember sitting in a tiny, humid cafe in Bangkok, my heart sinking as I pulled my laptop out of my bag. I had jthrough your bag at the security checkpoint.ust finished teaching an English class, and I was excited to start working on a new blog post. When I opened the lid, I heard…
I remember the first time I flew solo to Thailand to start my teaching job. I was squeezed into a middle seat, the engine hum was vibrating through my teeth, and a baby was crying just two rows back. I was exhausted, stressed, and honestly, a little terrified about what lay ahead. I didn’t have…
I still remember the first time I felt the cold, sinking dread of a dying phone in a foreign city. It was years ago, during my first solo backpacking trip through Europe. I had been relying on a digital map to navigate the winding, cobblestone streets of an old neighborhood, feeling incredibly proud of my…
I still remember the absolute terror I felt when I packed my life into a single backpack to head out on my first solo trip across Europe. Before I built Pinverse Travel, I was trapped in a gray corporate cubicle in New York, staring at the clock and realizing that my limited two weeks of…
When I handed in my resignation letter at my gray New York corporate office job, my hands were shaking. I had spent years climbing a ladder that led to a view of a brick wall. I was tired of staring at fluorescent lights and saving my living for two weeks of paid vacation a year….
When I sat on the floor of my cramped studio apartment in Astoria, Queens, surrounded by three massive suitcases, a duffel bag, and two backpacks, I felt completely defeated. It was 2018, and I had just handed in my resignation letter at my traditional 9-to-5 corporate communications job. I was trading a predictable paycheck for…
I still remember the absolute panic of my very first work trip. I was fresh out of the State University of Albany, wearing a stiff new blazer that still smelled like the department store rack, and dragging a suitcase that weighed almost as much as I did. Back then, I thought being prepared meant packing…