This week New York Magazine featured those escaping the recession-addled city to head for greener, cheaper and sometimes warmer pastures. Apparently I wasn't the first to think of this.
While bundling up in the depths of the February chill, I came to the same conclusion, deciding it was the right time to take a break from this economy, this city and my career to trek across the globe, explore the world, myself, and just wander through the summer months. And so, in six weeks I will be off. Off for 3 months, joining the ranks of the unemployed and (somewhat) irresponsible.
And so, onto plan B - or C or D, depending on how you count. In short, I'll be in Croatia, Turkey, Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand - and if my mom decides to join me towards the end of summer, Vietnam and Cambodia. It sounds like a lot - and it might just be. But the good news is (aside from the trip itself), after three weeks in Europe, I'll fly into Singapore, and then, no set schedule at all. Just a flight back to NYC from Bangkok in August. And that flight, as well as all the others, can be changed. So some structure, but really, none at all. Just what the doctor ordered.