Roam
Somewhere between
here and everywhere.
A blog written from café tables and co-working spaces across time zones. Every post smells like cheap airport coffee and fresh visa stamps.
The café opens at six.
I'm always there at five-fifty.
The barista in Medellín doesn't ask my name anymore. She knows I'll take the corner table, the one with the wobbly leg and the best light. I open the laptop before the coffee arrives. This is the ritual.
It took me four cities and eleven months to figure out that the work doesn't change when the timezone does. What changes is the light through the window, the language on the street signs, and the particular loneliness of being somewhere new.
That's what this blog is about. Not the Instagram version. The Tuesday morning version, when the flight was delayed and the SIM card doesn't work and you're trying to remember why you left.
"Not the Instagram version. The Tuesday morning version."
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medellín, colombia · feb 2026
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14
cities so far
What the entries
actually look like.
Not essays. Not listicles. Postcards. The kind you write on your phone at 11pm when the power cut came back and you have exactly one bar of signal.
The Visa Run That Became a Weekend I'd Rather Not Explain
The bus to the border leaves at 5am. You know this. You set three alarms. You still almost miss it because the co-working space had a rooftop party and someone brought a guitar and those things always go longer than they should.
By the time I'm in the van, there are six of us. Two German developers, a UX designer from São Paulo, a copywriter from Melbourne, and a woman who hasn't told anyone what she does for work and nobody's asked. We all have the same look: slightly too much coffee, slightly too little sleep, completely fine with it.
"This is the part where I'm supposed to say it was life-changing. It was mostly just a good story."
Fourteen cities.
One recurring question.
"How do you actually make it work?" Not the money part — that's a different post. The part where you're in a timezone nine hours from your clients and you're still somehow shipping code, making deadlines, staying sane.
The map keeps growing. The question keeps following.
← all cities have co-working spaces now. all co-working spaces smell the same.
Here's what I want this to be.
Not a how-to guide. Not a "10 tools every digital nomad needs." Not a highlight reel of sunsets and coworking spaces with exposed brick.
I want it to be the thing you read on a Tuesday when the client pushed back the deadline and the apartment is too hot and you're not sure if you made the right call. I want it to feel like getting a message from someone three cities ahead of you who says: it gets better, and also sometimes it doesn't, and both of those things are fine.
I'm writing from Medellín right now. Before this it was Tbilisi. Before that, Chiang Mai for four months that I'll probably never fully explain. The blog starts whenever the first entry is ready, which might be next week or might be when I figure out what I actually want to say.
Leave your email if you want to know when that is. I'll try to make it worth the wait.
— M.
written at 21:08, rooftop café, Laureles
← if you're reading this from a desk job with a passport in the drawer, this one's for you too
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