In New York, I sit solo at the hotel bar. I order the same dinner (Salmon Caesar salad without croutons) with a glass of St. Francis Merlot. I’m getting updates from my favorite bartender from the past few months about her life, her dating and her daughter. She tells me about the guy she was recently dating who ghosted on her. He literally got up to go to work one morning while she was sleeping in his home and never contacted her again. I realize, while looking around the posh hotel lobby, with other guests sitting around the bar in suits, that this hotel is the closest thing I have to home and this Jamaican woman — with dreadlocks, heart of gold and Lauren Hill take on life — is the closest person I have to a friend in this state. Like clockwork, I get up and go to work the next day. Weeks later, I pack my bags, call an Uber, check out of my hotel and do it over again in a different state.
I have created a professional career out of running away. I work as an independent consultant. Without getting bogged with the details, I primarily work in healthcare technology. I take on projects with consulting firms. Short term contracts can span from one week to three weeks and longer projects can run for three months or more in a city. For the past few years, I haven’t lived in any city for longer than four months. I thrive off of the fast paced, gypsy style lifestyle that requires over 84 hours of work a week and ends with a flight out to a different city.