{"id":24707,"date":"2023-12-18T00:01:07","date_gmt":"2023-12-18T08:01:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/exhaustnotes.us\/blog\/?p=24707"},"modified":"2023-12-14T07:58:43","modified_gmt":"2023-12-14T15:58:43","slug":"digital-nomad-the-return-to-the-united-states-of-america","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/exhaustnotes.us\/blog\/index.php\/2023\/12\/18\/digital-nomad-the-return-to-the-united-states-of-america\/","title":{"rendered":"Digital Nomad: Returning to the USA"},"content":{"rendered":"
By Mike Huber<\/h6>\n

I had been living and working on the beautiful rain forest island town of Victoria, British Columbia, but I had noticed the past couple of times returning from my work trips to Seattle that the Canadian Immigration people started to take notice of me and were more than aware that the stories I was feeding them weren\u2019t true (they could see my entry\/exit dates and they did NOT track with what I was telling them).\u00a0 \u00a0During one of the last times I crossed the border I was pulled aside.\u00a0 They ran my Massachusetts driver\u2019s license and the agent quickly stated \u201cYou\u2019re a long way from home, son.\u201d\u00a0 To which I provided my normal reply by pointing at my backpack:\u00a0 No, sir. My home is right there.\u00a0 He didn\u2019t find it funny (they never do).\u00a0 He returned my IDs and had me move through Customs without further issue.<\/p>\n

\"\" It was definitely time to return to the United States.\u00a0 It didn\u2019t take too long over the next week to pack up, deflate the leaky air mattress I had been sleeping on for 8 months, and place the Good Will furniture on the corner (the furniture and I shared the same situation; we were both looking for our next home). Loading everything into the car was the final step before getting on the Tsawwassen Ferry, which would bring me to Vancouver.\u00a0 It was a short and uneventful 3-hour drive to my new residence in Seattle, Washington.<\/p>\n

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Victoria was one of the very few places that made me cry when I left.\u00a0 I had a beautiful eight months living there and felt so fortunate that I was not only able to experience this island and the great people who live there, but that I was able to stay for so long.\u00a0 It is one of the few places I have lived that I proudly called my home.<\/p>\n

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I was back in the United States after a year and a half.\u00a0 It was time to get an actual apartment and furniture that wasn\u2019t from Good Will.\u00a0 Belltown in Seattle seemed to be a no brainer as far as a location.\u00a0 There were tons of bars and restaurants, it was next to the Olympic Sculpture Park, and the Victoria Clipper was right there (if I felt the urge to jump back to Victoria on the high-speed catamaran).\u00a0 Maybe the coolest part of Belltown was that my apartment was in the shadow of the Space Needle, which is one of my favorite buildings.<\/p>\n

The one big lesson I learned in my vagabond, digital nomad travels is it is much easier to get back on the wheel than it is to exit it. Getting an apartment and having my furniture sent from Boston was easy.\u00a0 Leaving the wheel required a ton of planning and preparation.\u00a0 It took months to downsize, find a storage for my vehicles, rent my condo, etc.\u00a0 The tasks seemed to never end when I prepared to leave the wheel, and as I completed each task I found myself constantly questioning my decision as I counted down to Day 0.<\/p>\n

I was now a Seattle resident.\u00a0 Over the past 18 months I left from the start of I-90 near Fenway Park to the end of the same road at Safeco Field.\u00a0 It would have only been a three-thousand-mile trip on I-90, but I took the longest route possible by meandering through five countries. \u00a0I was anxious to meet new friends and see how being back on the wheel would treat me, and more importantly, how I would adjust to this old lifestyle I had left 18 months ago.<\/p>\n

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