The past several years has seen a huge surge of young, precarious twenty-somethings who have left their office jobs to roam the world with shiny Macbook Pros tucked underarm. Hundreds of articles and blog posts now speckle the web with the digital nomad phenomenon, with many proclaiming at the top of their lungs that this is what everyone needs to be doing; some near-cultish communities have formed hailing the ‘hustle’ beyond concrete-and-glass office doors and—dare I say it—furiously stroking their own egos at the same time.
It’s an incredible honour to be able to explore our world, and I try to remind myself of this fact every single day I’m breathing mountain air in Nepal or being jostled around in cigarette-smoke buses in China. To sustainably live and thrive in places my grandparents have never had the chance to see is humbling beyond belief. But it’s not the perfect end-all solution to anything, and continuing to paint this mirage is dangerous.