Well, hello there.
I’m Steffani Cameron. I’m a writer/photographer with a background in journalism. Today I work remotely; writing for clients, blogging professionally, and editing the odd scripts and captions for the film industry. Why yes, I am available for hire.
And today I’m living my dream. For a while, I thought that chance was gone.
Maybe you relate. Maybe you’ve also sat at your computer, feeling trapped, envious as others chase their dreams. Bummer, right?
Yeah, been there. Longer than I care to remember, too. Depressed, frustrated, trapped, angry – I was everything but happy.
Change is a Choice
Around my 39th birthday, I finally said screw this, I deserve better. Not because I’m somehow entitled. But… just because it’s out there. It’s possible. You deserve better too. We all do.
I was fed up with being tired, angry, frustrated, and envious. Hell, if no one else was coming to rescue me from my life, then I’d be my own superhero and save myself.
For the 2.5 years, I woke up daily and made the same choice: I’d work hard and not waste that day. Every new day would be one less day between me and my dream life.
Every Drop Counts
I sacrificed constantly, worked 6 days a week for 2.5 years, set goals. And I counted down. By the third year, I bought nothing new, not for a whole year – unless it was for travel. From clothes to a working tea kettle, I bought it at thrift shops, but I bought as little as I could. Because once you plan to sell everything you own, why buy, right?
That’s exactly what loomed: Selling everything I owned so I could travel the world for five years straight.
As a journalist and photographer, I saw travel as being “the writer’s masterclass”, a roadblock between who I was and who I wanted to become. For 25 years I read travelogues written by others, saying “Someday…”
For 20 of those 25 years, I didn’t believe “someday” would ever come.
What a terrible thing, to stop dreaming.
It’s hard to explain that making my dreams come true came down to making just one choice. The trick? Get up daily making the same choice repeatedly.
That’s it. A daily rite of passage: Choose your own adventure.
I Chose Freedom
My dream didn’t include specific places or experiences. I didn’t plan to a fine point. All I wanted was to be in the position where anyplace I wanted to go, I could. I wanted the freedom to actually do anything, anywhere.
After all, I always said I was single for the freedom that came with it, but fell into a banal routine. Routine is great if you’ve got a family or a life you’re enjoying, but I didn’t.
Today, my life is anything but routine.
What’s in a Year?
With one year of travel behind me, I know how right Paul Theroux was: “Travel is glamorous only in retrospect.”
My unglamorous wild ride has so far included:
- 29 flights
- 3 buses
- 4 trains
- 8 countries (but legally 11; drove through Slovenia, had my coat stolen in Iceland, and did a layover in France where I gazed wistfully and decided “one day”)
- 27 “notable cities” of at least a day or two stay, plus 6 weeks of car rentals and all the itty-bitty towns in between
- 19 AirBNBs and rental apartments
- 5 hostels
- 4 hotels
- 8 stays with friends and families
- 2 duffle bags
- 5 pairs of shoes
- 2 apartments with German cockroaches, 1 with Madagascar cockroaches, 1 big mouse/small rat, and 1 now-dead scorpion (#notaBuddhist)
Year two kicks off with a friends/family visit on Canada’s West Coast, and a return to Europe. Beyond that, my future is full of unknowns.
This blog is where I share my travels with you. Not in the form of advice and travel guides, but as stories on how I experience places. How they transform me, and who I become as I move through them.
I don’t know who I’ll be at the end of my five years. Already I’ve changed a great deal. I’m less innocent, more jaded, tougher, more resilient, easier-going, and more adaptable. How do I grow next?
Paul Theroux also once wrote of long-term travel that, “You go away for a long time and return a different person – you never come all the way back.”
But at least I’ll have told the stories that took me away… for when I’d at least like to look back.
And all those tales will hopefully be found here. I look forward to having you along on the ride.
How it All Began
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