100 days


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Tomorrow marks the 100th day that’s passed since the beginning of Remote Year. One hundred days since I scanned my one-way plane ticket to Croatia. One hundred days since I saw my friends, the majority of my family (my mom came to visit last week, yay!) and my coworkers. One hundred days since I ate a (real) Montreal bagel or poutine, drank a latte from Pikolo, Maesmi or Café Névé.

Three months – almost four – that I woke up without an alarm. And that I didn’t drink a kava, kava or cafe. Three months of I discovering cities and landscapes, that I had only seen on Instagram and Pinterest. Three months of working 100-percent remotely, a concept that some people still find hard to understand. (And sometimes, I do too.)

Fourteen weeks where I spent most of my days with more than 50 people who were complete strangers, not so long ago. Fourteen weeks of making new friends with whom I will travel the globe with. And fourteen weeks of making new local friends...