I Spent Twenty Years Thinking About This Blog. You’re Welcome.

I’ve wanted to do this since university.

That’s not a typo. I’m not talking about last year, or during the pandemic, or after some life-changing retreat. I mean university – when blogs were still a thing people read on desktop computers and nobody had heard of an algorithm.

Life got in the way. Or maybe I got in my own way. Probably both.

Here’s the short version: I grew up in a traditional family in Malaysia, the eldest of three, with parents who — bless them — tried their best to understand a kid who didn’t quite fit the mould. I spent my school years quietly dreaming about elsewhere. The moment I graduated, I backpacked around Malaysia for two weeks. Loved it. Then, because Asian family logic is its own gravitational force, I got a real job.

Two and a half years later, I was on a plane to New Zealand.

Then Australia. Then Europe. Three and a half years of working holidays and backpacking – the kind that changes how you see everything, including yourself. I came home. Got lost in the familiar fog of what now.

So I did what any sensible person would do: registered a sole proprietorship, kept my day job, and spent every spare hour firing off pitches and proposals until someone said yes. Then another someone. Then a few more. Eventually the freelance income made enough noise that the day job became optional.

That chapter has its own story. I’ll get there.

I’ve been a full-time nomad for nearly a decade. Living in Taiwan now. Working with clients in the US and UK. Building something that looks increasingly like the life I used to daydream about in lecture halls.

And yet — the blog. Still not done. Until now.

I’m at another crossroads. Health, age, work, family – everything feels like it’s shifting into a new phase all at once. So I’m doing the thing I’ve been putting off since I was 20.

This blog is going to be honest and a little all over the place – because that’s what life actually looks like. Remote work, slow travel, things I’ve tried and loved (or hated), the days I second-guessed everything, the ongoing peace negotiations with myself, and whatever else feels worth writing down.

No agenda. Just finally showing up.

Hi. I’m Dee. Pull up a chair.