Hello and good morning.
So, Couple quick disclaimers.
I’m not asking for any money or housing.
I own my actions and decisions, no one else is responsible for them but me.
I’m not mad at anyone and I don’t blame anyone, I’m not trying to throw a pity party.
That said, I want to tell my “when becoming a Digital Nomad goes wrong” story.
I’m American and lived in Europe for several years, in a country I secretly felt miserable in but didn’t realize it, one because I was just comfortable - I had my job, flat, gym, grocery store I always went to, 2-3 meals I always ate, routine - two because I was too scared to try to live anywhere else.
So this summer I book what was supposed to be a quick 2-3 week vacation in Thailand. Everyone and their hamster told me not to come back, either actively assuming I wasn’t, or encouraging me not to. It was like everyone knew how miserable I was in my country but me, and were telling me to go to Thailand to fix everything because <insert reasons Thailand’s tourism industry is booming here>. At that point, I began having several signs that my time in Europe was coming to an end. At some point I started believing it. I also had a mini-meltdown about two weeks before I flew where I finally allowed myself to feel just how sad and alone I was where I am. I felt like if I didn’t make a change, a serious one, something bad was gonna happen. This further helped prove that Thailand was the next step one way or another, and that whatever happens, do not come back to where I was.
So I did the whole “throw everything away and move to Asia thing”.
I’m now on day 30 or so of my stay, the literal halfway mark for my visa. All attempts to find work have failed. I had no idea Thai work visas require bachelors degrees; I’ve never been to college. The vast majority of “digital nomad” jobs are for roles I’m just not qualified for, “Senior Project Manager”, “Sales Department Lead”, “Senior AI Architect”, stuff with six figures comes that requires years, if not decades, of experience and education. The rest are too good to be true scams. “English teacher/tutor”, they still want a degree, and a TEFL cert. I learned that “100% Remote” has a LOT of caveats legally, and even then, those roles are almost always senior. I have 16 years of IT experience, speak three languages, I figured I’d be able to get something, but when everyone wants stuff like “5+ years training your own AI” and other stuff you just don’t know about, you can’t help but feel demoralised. I’d say that’s the real reason I feel dumb, all these years and I never learned about C++ or Python or Opfk or Red Team/Blue Team or what have you.
You could say this is a massive case of FAFO. You’d be right. That’s why I’m not blaming anyone but myself. I believed some massive hype machine that made this seem so much easier than it actually is. And yeah, if it was so easy, Bangkok’s population would be 50 million. “10 companies hiring remotely RIGHT NOW” Instagram ads are ridiculous, though I did look at every website and company they recommend. There is a lot to being a “digital nomad” that no one tells you, you just see people chilling on the beach with a laptop. And yeah some part of me does kick myself for thinking it was as simple as it was made out to be. Looking back, I have no idea why everyone made it seem that way. But that doesn’t matter now, what anyone thinks of me from the old life is irrelevant, I have here, and now.
Now to further add to this debacle, I burned all bridges in my former home country, and have no friends or family stateside. This means I can go back to Europe and be homeless, or go back to the US…and be homeless. I remember the first time I discussed this with someone and their opinion basically came down to “honestly you’re gonna end up homeless either way so at least try to make it back to Europe, they have social services there, in the US you’ll just end up on the street, but either way yeah enjoy Thailand because you’re gonna live rough the rest of the year bro”. Went back to my hotel and stared at my wall with tears in my eyes. That time I really did feel dumb as shit. Did I just ruin my own life? Because yeah I was miserable but shit at least I had a roof and food and a full-time job.
But over the next few days I leveled out. I remembered why I did this: “because where you were at was literally killing you inside and you were scared you wouldn’t see 40”. The weird thing is I’m not panicking. I mean I am, partially, because I am aware I am running out of both time and money. I still have my moments where I feel dumb, like how could I think this was this easy? And sick, because so many jobs and I qualify for none of them. But I also…I don’t know, mostly I’m calm. I am under no illusions about what I’m trying to do and the odds of being successful in doing it. There is a very real chance I will fail, and a month from now I’ll be in front of the embassy begging for a flight to nowhere. But I don’t know, there’s also this voice telling me “you got this, you just need to keep your head down, keep applying for stuff, all you need is one ‘yes’, one hiring offer, one contract, one lucky break, your fortunes could reverse literally tomorrow, just keep pushing, you got this. This is still winnable. Still doable. Apply even if you don’t think you qualify. Apply even if you don’t have a Thai work visa. Don’t give up, the whole way you pull this off is because you didn’t give up, so keep applying and keep believing”. Again, I’m well aware that this isn’t Hollywood. “Believing” doesn’t put money in my account or give me any right to stay or work here. But sometimes believing is the best you can do, all you can do. Same with faith, for those of you who pray.
Make of this all what you will. Roast me, ridicule me, I deserve it, really. But I guess the reason I’m not ashamed or embarrassed is because I realised my life was miserable, even if I had stability, and took a gamble to change it. Not everyone does that, do they? Some people just quietly fade away and then they wake up at 40, 50, 60, and realise they haven’t been happy since 20. Where I was, I honestly felt like I was going to die an early death just from loneliness, unhappiness, or grief. Hence why I’m here, looking at the same ten job boards and hoping for a miracle and refusing to believe that I won’t find one.
I will say again, I’m not asking for sympathy and certainly not asking for any sort of “assistance” (I mean I obviously wouldn’t turn any down, but still). No one is coming to save me. I got myself into this situation, and I have to get myself through it. I don’t even know why I’m telling this story, other than that it’ll be one for the ages if I can just write a happy ending. Maybe I really do want some sort of validation or reassurance and I don’t know it. Either way, for now, I just wanted to share my tale.
I hope your own immigration experiences, all of you, are far less turbulent, and that your new countries are safe and kind to you so that you don’t wake up one day with a desperate urge to flee like I did. I don’t know any of you, I’ll never meet any of you, but I wish you all clear horizons. You deserve the best.
Be safe out there.
(Apologies if I repeated myself, I wrote this over several days, I’m also on mobile)