As a freelance travel journalist, I'm frequently told I have the "dream job." Multiple times a month, I fly to a new city, new state, or new country, searching for adventures and stories. Like all careers, there are definitely downsides, but there's not a day that goes by that I'm not grateful for the experiences this type of career has afforded me.
My late 30s were hard. Living alone in Cape Town, South Africa, I was holding out for a partner and children while my friends moved through weddings and baby showers without me. My parents and sisters (including my twin) lived in another province, freelance writing work was drying up, and as 40 approached, I felt stuck - single, lonely, and unsure what came next.
"At the height of my career in New York, I was probably making $100,000 a year [and] working eight months out of the year, which on paper sounds great, but..."