About me
Hi, I'm Georgia.
I'm 36, from the UK, and my life doesn't look like it "should" — and I've never been happier about it.
Two years ago I sat in a Zoom meeting at 4pm on a Tuesday and realised I hadn't been outside all day. That was the last straw.
I'd spent seven years climbing a ladder I didn't especially want to be on. The salary was fine, the flat was fine, the weekends were fine. Fine, I realised, is a terrible ambition.
I saved for six months, gave three months' notice, and booked a one-way flight to Colombo. That was the plan. Everything after that was improvisation.
I write here because Instagram is beautiful and shallow, and some things need more than 2,200 characters. I want you to see the honest bits — the lonely evenings, the food poisoning in Vietnam, the family in Kandy who invited me for dinner three times before I stopped politely declining.
What I believe about travel
Slow beats fast
One country deeply beats five countries in a blur. Every time.
Local first
The best meal is almost never at the place with the English menu out front.
Honest > aspirational
The lonely bits are real. Pretending otherwise is a disservice.
How I got here
2023
The quiet resignation
Handed in my notice at a London marketing agency after seven years of Sunday-night dread.
2023
Solo trip #1 — Portugal
One month, one backpack, one very rough first attempt at eating dinner alone.
2024
The one-way flight
Sold most of what I owned. Landed in Colombo with a 30-day visa and no return ticket.
2024
Sri Lanka became home
Rented a scooter, made friends I now call family, and stopped counting the days.
2026
Full-time and figuring it out
6,000+ readers, ongoing collaborations, and still learning as I go.