The decision to travel for a year came easily. After sorting out the logistics of subletting my NYC apartment, tossing superfluous possessions in storage, and lining up sufficient freelance remote work, my administrative ducks were in a row. But packing for a year of travel? Easy is not the term I’d employ to describe the endeavor. How does one even go about pulling together a capsule wardrobe for such an extensive amount of time away from home? The very notion seemed humorously ambitious.
The one thing I had going for me was that I orchestrated my travel plans in such a way that I’d circumvent winter all together. My first stop was Los Angeles , onward to Hawaii and New Zealand, a few months in southeast Asia, a pitstop over in India and South Africa, then late spring and early sum