I love to travel. Badly. It’s like a need that burns inside me. I’ve always been that kind of woman who gets bored standing still. I love change, new places, new smells, new oceans, new chaos.
Right now though, it’s complicated. I was ready, and I still am ready, to move to another country, but I can’t. I have two cats and a dog. They’re old. They’re family. I can’t leave them behind, and I can’t take them with me. I studied, I checked, I researched every possible way, but it’s just impossible to take them with me at this stage. So I stay. For them. Because loyalty doesn’t only apply to humans.
A lot of the money I’ve made over the years vanished into my travels, and you know what? I don’t regret a single cent. I love findom, I love the power and the control, but I also know that life doesn’t last forever. One day, none of this will matter, not the money, not the things, not the luxury. The only thing that stays are the memories.
So fuck it. I’ll still invest in real estate, I’ll still build my empire, but I’ll always keep a part of my money for traveling. For feeding my soul.
I’m in love with exotic places. I’ve been to Panama, Seychelles, Maldives twice, Egypt three times, Greece eight or nine times. I even went to Albania… a mafia country, but honestly, I liked it. I’ve been to the Philippines, Italy, Germany, Turkey, and several times to Dubai. And one of my absolute favorites iiiiiissssss Mauritius. The island, the air, the calm, the colors, it’s perfection.
In about three months, I’m heading to Malaysia and Thailand, and it’s going to be freaking amazing. Maybe, if time allows, I’ll also go to Indonesia. I can already feel that thrill building up, the one that only airports, new cities and warm beaches can give me and oh….money haha
Traveling makes me feel alive. It reminds me that I can have it all .
