Day in the Life of a Digital Nomad
There are no typical days. Everyday looks different. Everyday I wake up at a different time, the sights are different, the smells are different, the route is different, the work is different, but one thing is consistent and that’s God. If you want to know about this day in the life of a digital nomad, keep reading…
What day is it? I’m not sure, to be honest. Where am I? 30,000+ feet in the air somewhere between Seattle and Anchorage.
I didn’t wake up this morning. I’ve just been up since the morning prior. That morning I woke up in Kona, Hawai’i.
Travel Day Morning Routine | 11:00am Hawaii Time (HST)
Suddenly I’m conscious, in awe of my dreams.
“Thank you Jesus, I love you” I pray.
Felt tempted to check Instagram and my blog analytics, but I went to my devotional app (Glorify) instead. I pressed play and the sweet Scottish lady read Ecclesiastes to me. Actually had to listen twice it was such a trip. I was just talking to a friend about the mysterious ways of God and that was basically the topic.
Always Pack Light | 12:00pm HST
Time to pack. My goal is to get down to one carry on and one personal item. I’ve been in one place, Kona, Hawai’i, for three months so I’ve accumulated some stuff. It all gets donated back to the same place I got it from.
Success. I lay out my travel outfit – linen pants, a striped tank top, and a sweater. Plus the sandals I will walk the Camino in later this summer.
Clean to Get Your Deposit Back | 2:00pm HST
I throw on a docuseries, “America’s Sweethearts,” about the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders and begin cleaning the bedroom.
I wiped down the fan blades and the window slates, the inside of the drawers, and the inside of the mini fridge.
This is boring. Let’s cut to saying goodbye.
Saying Goodbye | 7:30pm HST
Seems like I’m always saying goodbye. It’s not my favorite. I’d rather write them a note and slip out the back.
There’s a handful of us leaving. From this missionary campus to wherever is next, for some people it’s home and the rest of us scatter to wherever we think God has called us.
Pray or Perish | 9:40pm HST
I’m praying profusely because I hate take off. It works. God is good. He’s never not given me his peace when I’ve asked for it. Never let the plane crash either. Praise God.
A toddler starts screaming probably because his ears were popping. I prayed for his peace too and I smile as he stops crying.
Two and half movies later and we land in Seattle.
The Pearly Gates at Airside A | 6:30am Pacific Time
I discover my layover is only 30 minutes. I ask God if I need to be the first to disembark or if I’ll be on time if I just wait my turn. Seems like he said wait, trust me, it’ll be fine.
So I sat patiently even though, last I heard, my next flight was in the S gates and I had arrived to the A gates. The flight attendant told me it’s too far to walk. I’d have to take a train.
But then when I got to the terminal I saw my gate had been changed to an A gate, so I was already right where I needed to be.
God Knows the Plan | 8:08am Alaska Time
Now here I am. The clouds below look like miso soup or brain coral. All winding ribbons and avenues. Anchorage is an hour away at this rate.
After 3 weeks there, God willing, I’ll go to Florida on a top secret mission. Then Kentucky, Tennessee, North Carolina. Next Colorado. Then a few jumps until I arrive in Porto, Portugal to begin my Camino.
I don’t know quite what I’m doing but I trust God knows. He’s got me by the hand and that’s all I really need to know.
Day in the Life of a Digital Nomad – More Like Citizen of Heaven on a Mission
My travels were different before. It was like being born and growing up gave me amnesia. I didn’t remember God.
Now suddenly I’m conscious. Awake and aware of God’s sweet dream of me before the beginning of the world. I’ve always been a part of his plan.
How heartbroken he must have been when I didn’t know him. When I lived my life crediting false idols for the beauty all around me. But he never gave up on pursuing me.
I’ll never forget the day I dropped down to my knees and prayed for God, if there was one, to save me. Jesus came to me that day. He loved me very gently and instructed me very clearly. All I ever wanted.
Nomad doesn’t mean I’m without a home. My home is in heaven and I believe God’s going to help me bring heaven down and build a home here on Earth, at least for a little while. Fertile ground is wherever Jesus is and he never leaves my side.
So am I a digital nomad? I don’t know.
For over a decade I was just going with the flow without a plan or purpose and somehow I made it to 30+ countries and circumvented the globe twice.
Now I’m going with God. It’ll be cool to see what life is like when not only is He choosing me but I’m choosing him back.
I started this blog to share all that I’ve learned from my extensive travels, including my faith and frugality.
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Love,
Alyssa
