I vividly remember the first time I traveled. I was 10 years old when my mother sent my brother and I to Mombasa, Kenya. She’s Kenyan and wanted us to experience our culture and meet family. She couldn’t travel with us because of work, so my brother and I traveled from Milwaukee as unaccompanied minors. I was just old enough to be amazed by the experience of flying, walking through airports and landing in a country where English wasn’t the primary language.
Decades later, in 2013, I had my first big work trip as an adult. I’m a consultant who owns a software company, and a corporation in Sydney hired me to come to its offices and train its team.
Flying to Sydney was a surreal experience. The client paid for Premium Economy seats on Virgin Atlantic, and the plane had a full bar. My hotel overlooked Sydney Harbour and the Sydney Opera House. It was on this trip that I realized how much I loved working abroad, and the nomadic lifestyle began to call me.
The author in Sydney in 2013. Kimanzi Constable
But I couldn’t be a digital nomad yet; three young children waited for me stateside, where I had a home, cars and everything else that comes with a