live differently
Remote work, slow travel & financial freedom – on your own terms.
25+
countries visited
10
years of remote work
1
life. lived differently
Work. Wander. Wonder.
Whether you’re building a remote income, travelling slow, or planning your way out of the 9-to-5 – there’s something here for you.
the STORY
Built a life worth living | one decision at a time.
I left a stable career, learned to work remotely, couchsurfed across continents, and landed in Taiwan. This blog is where I share everything I’ve learned – so you can build your version of freedom too.
- Two Weeks Alone at the Bottom of the World
Two weeks wandering Bluff and Invercargill alone. Museums, oysters, truck parades, and rain. What happens when you slow down enough to hear the wind. - The Hotel Job That Fed Me Rainbow Trout and Left-Behind Yoghurt
Six-hour shifts cleaning hotel rooms in Te Anau. Shared meals with European backpackers. A vanlifer who caught trout with his bare hands. Working travel, unfiltered. - When Blurry Vision Wasn’t About My Eyes
I’m already nearsighted. Deeply nearsighted. The kind where taking off my glasses turns the world into abstract impressionism. So when my vision started going blurry two years ago, I assumed my prescription needed updating. Went to the optometrist. New lenses. Same problem. Except it wasn’t consistent. Some mornings I’d wake up and everything was sharp…. - Two Weeks Cleaning Bunks in Greymouth (And Why I Loved It)
Two weeks of hostel work in Greymouth: 4-hour shifts, instant coffee breakfasts, and hitchhiking to Pancake Rocks. This is what backpacker life actually looks like. - Track Every Dollar. No, Really. Every Single One.
I started tracking my business finances from day one. Used a spreadsheet. Logged expenses. Felt organised. Problem wasn’t the tool. Problem was I wasn’t tracking everything. Missing the $4.99 monthly app subscription here. Forgetting to log the $100 course there. “I’ll add it later” turning into “I’ll estimate at tax time.” A spreadsheet doesn’t help… - Strangers, Sand Dunes, and the Kindness I Miss
A two-week bus journey to New Zealand’s northernmost point. Six homeschooled kids asking endless questions. A family who opened their home to strangers for no reason except wanting their children to meet the world. This is what travel looked like before the internet made everyone suspicious.
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