I was getting more and more depressed, to the point where I was suicidal. Every day felt like Groundhog Day – going through the same routine without any change or purpose. I loved my job as a swimwear and exotic costume designer, but it was becoming a chore. I was tired of being bogged down by bills and the treadmill of life going nowhere.

So at 59 years old, I decided to chuck it all in and become a digital nomad. I had no idea how to do this, but I’ll figure it out. A few months shy of my 60th birthday, I left everything behind and set off for Panama with plans to explore one city at a time. Follow me on my journey while I start over after 50.