If Digital Nomad Culture Feels Douchey, There’s an Alternative
Exhausted? Unfulfilled? Constipated?
I get mislabeled as many things, some of which can be repeated in mixed company, but the one that annoys me the most is “Digital Nomad”. I get why people would think that’s what I am. I live in Europe and my entire income stream is generated either onto or out from the internet. I pay weird taxes and work in my pajamas. My office is whatever seating is currently in a sunbeam and yes, I’ve been known to drink on the job. However, I am about as far from a nomad as a person could possibly get. In fact, I’m oak-tree dug in and I worked my ass off to get here. So, when someone confuses me for a laptop jockey, I do get my knickers in a twist.
And before we get started, this is clearly written with #notalldigitalnomads in mind, so don’t make it weird.
I’ve seen the Digital Nomad (let’s use DN like the cool kids) crowd here in Italy, though most of them have not discovered the part where I live because it’s neither Rome nor the Amalfi Coast. When they do show up in my area, they are usually trying really hard to make it look like it’s normal to linger in a cafe for six hours over a tiny cup of coffee that takes .036 seconds to drink. They travel in pairs or small groups, always seem to be dressed like they are on the lamb from an…
