digital nomad

When I lived in Prague back in 2012, I had a Slovak student. He was a pilot for a private jet company and spent his time traveling around the world. He showed me the expensive gifts he bought his wife: a new car, diamond earring, trips to Spain. He had everything. And yet, as it often goes with people who have everything, he was nostalgic for his youth when he had nothing. He talked fondly of his life under Communism.

“I used to go to Bratislava on weekends with a list of items I wanted to buy. If I could find six of ten of those items, I was happy,” he told me. “Now I can buy anything. There are so many options, I never know which is correct.”

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“In the early 90s, after we left Communism, my friend started a car painting company. I went to him for a paint job and he asked me what color I wanted. He brought out a binder of colors. There were 10,000 colors. Ten thousand!” He was incredulous. “Before there were only ten colors: blue, green, white, black, beige….. How could I ever make a decision with 10,000 choices?”

I didn’t completely understand him back when I was 22. At 22, I still saw the world as a series of set pathways and less as a cluster of hundreds of thousands of decisions and opportunities. I had a vision for my life that followed a pretty strict timeline of successes and life milestones.

Colombia (Last Year)

I arrived in Colombia the first time in June of last year. It was an unexpected decision, fueled partially by the Argentinian winter and partially by my longtime inability to settle down. When I say “settle down,” I don’t only mean a location. I rarely commit 100% to my relationships (romantic and otherwise) and I’m constantly changing my mind about the things I want to do with my life. I spend an exorbitant amount of time trying to maintain my “freedom” and protecting myself from getting too tied down to anything. It’s a bit immature. I’m not sure if it makes me happy or not. Sometimes yes, sometimes no.

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Me super happy in Colombia, September 2017

When I first arrived in Medellin in June, I felt a bit lonely. I wrote a blog called “Nomadic Blues.” I never posted it but it went something like this:

  • Moving around can be incredibly exhausting
  • Leaving behind friends and relationships is emotionally draining.
  • I’m not sure how to unify my desire to roam around and to still develop concrete relationships. I think it is possible to an extent, but it takes a lot of energy and luck.

Pretty much anytime I move, I spend at least a month wondering if I’ve made the correct decision. When I first arrived in Medellin, I worried I had sabotaged my friendships and potential in Argentina. As it turned out, as it always turns out, I had a wonderful experience in Colombia. My Spanish really took off. I met some really incredible people. I felt healthy. I was incredibly happy, perhaps happier than I had been in a long time.

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When I left Medellin in September of last year in order to return to Argentina, I wondered the same things: Is this the right decision? Why am I doing this? Why am I leaving what makes me happy due to itchy feet?

Returning to Colombia:

Loneliness and the Digital Nomad

I spent the last few months in Argentina, mostly because I had committed to living there before and I didn’t want to wonder, “What if?” What if I had stayed? What if I had returned? I wanted to give the country a second chance and to develop a stronger bond with it. I did. I never fully committed to being there for more than a few months. And it broke my bank account. I was happy in Argentina because of my friends and Damian, but ultimately I just felt like I should return to Medellin, for multiple reasons.

So a few weeks ago, I boarded a plane from Uruguay to Medellin. I’m here now for at least three months. I have an apartment with a lease. It’s beautiful. I’m looking for a gym. I set up an aggressive work schedule for myself. I made a bunch of money my first two weeks here.

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Only part of my work schedule. It got busier….

I guess part of me hoped that things would be the same as when I left. They aren’t. So I’m faced with a lot of the questions I had when I arrived here back in June. As someone who can go anywhere and do just about anything, I spend a lot of time fretting over my decisions. It’s pretty much the best problem to have— too many opportunities. Please be clear I realize how privileged that is and understand how complaining about it comes across….

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View from my apartment

Yet moving around can be really lonely. Usually, it’s a good thing. Loneliness drives you to put yourself out there in different situations, to meet new people, and to have new experiences. Without loneliness, I wouldn’t have met most of the people I have met in my life. I wouldn’t feel so confident and independent. I’ve done this a hundred times, I can do it again. It passes quite quickly, usually.

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View from my living room

But when I’m back in that “new” place, part of me always feels like fleeing to something familiar—going back to the U.S. or India. But I know, in the long run, that won’t make me happy. After all, coming back to Medellin was, in a way, me attempting to return to something familiar. But sometimes I think we use places as excuses for times in our life. I returned to Medellin but I can’t return to how my life was six months ago. I can return to India but it won’t be how it was a year ago.

There isn’t much of a conclusion to this, just that I hope in 2018 I can create a better vision for how I want the next few years to go in terms of relationships, work, and traveling. Right now I am nearly 100% remote. I’m tied only to a sure and stable wifi connection. However, I think in the next few months I’d like to have more of a reason to stay somewhere than just wifi. Here’s to building more concrete roots— in Colombia or elsewhere— in 2018.


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  1. I don’t usually leave comments, but your post really hit home. I am currently struggling with the same thing you are, choosing where to return “home” to. I just moved away from Medellin two weeks ago to return back to Prague once again. It feels really different from the last time I lived here, but I know with enough time the unfamiliar will become familiar again. Thanks for your post and I wish you all the best!

    1. Gwendolyn A Bellinger

      I hope you find your “roots” in Prague again! I’m trying to figure out what my place in Colombia is going to be and I hope I don’t “rewrite” my experience and memories here into something negative. Best of luck to you and thank you for your comment!

  2. I’m headed to Medellín in October with shaky plans and no intention of going back to the US, even if it doesn’t work out in South America. Your post is exactly the back-and-forth I’ve been struggling with. I’ve moved a lot and lived in different countries isolated from friends and family for so long it feels normal, but inhuman at times. I just tried staying in one place for three years because a part of me wanted to grow in a community and learn what the deal was with the “stability” everyone was going on about. I wanted to bolt every six months since starting my stable experiment, and now I finally am leaving. I get excited making plans and thinking about what I don’t know will happen, but I’m already fearful. I have to remind myself that nothing is perfect all the time, the grass is always greener on the other side, and you never grow by doing more of the same. Sometimes, I wonder if I’m crazy for being so restless and stubborn; I really appreciate reading something so honest and well-written. I needed this post, and I’m saving it for a day when I’m in Medellín and feel this way again.

    1. Gwendolyn A Bellinger

      Yes! Even though I wrote this a few months ago, I haven’t shaken this feeling. I’m not sure I ever will. I am in the midst of my own stability experiment, and I just signed a two-year contract for a job. I want to plant some sort of roots and actually have a solid group of friends and set up something comfortable. It was a scary decision because being so fluid, I always have the opportunity to “bolt” when things get hard. Being in one place, I don’t. But I’ve been feeling lonely this year, and very directionless. I decided to take a leap of faith and make a change.

      I wish you the best of luck in Medellin, or wherever you end up. It’s good to know I’m not the only one battling a case of extreme restlessness.

  3. Hey Gwen
    Loving flirting through you trove of experiences.
    What were the best/your fav gyms in Buenos Aires and Medellin?
    I’m spending an extended period in both this year.
    Look forward to your opinion,

    1. Gwendolyn A Bellinger

      Unfortunately, my gym in Medellin closed down, so I might not have the best advice there. Gyms in Medellin were really expensive compared to the cost of living.

      In Buenos Aires, I had two gyms (each for a few months). The first was Always Gym in Palermo. This is a pretty typical gym with machines, weights, etc.. They had classes but I never tried them. My next gym was Rev Fit Club which was in the microcentre and was just a Crossfit box. So, no machines and you can’t just go work out alone but have to go to the classes but I LOVED it. I was in really good shape after a few months there and was able to do a 50k bike ride through the northern desert and increased my indurance running/lifting/etc… I’d highly recommend it if you like Crossfit and are staying in the microcenter.

    2. Gwendolyn A Bellinger

      Also, let me know if you have anymore questions regarding Buenos Aires or Medellin. I loved both cities a lot and still have a lot of friends in Buenos Aires if you are looking to meet local people.

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