On a beautiful Monday afternoon by the water—listening to the “little critters” chirping and watching the fishermen—I’m reflecting on what it really means that my family and I left the USA. It’s been over four years now living on the continent of Africa, and while we’ve visited the States, we haven’t gone back to live. I’m honestly just thankful to the Most High for preparing us and laying out the steps, because this journey didn’t happen by accident. I talk about how blessed we are to be remote working and able to live this life—being here with my family, my parents and my brother, and still being able to FaceTime loved ones back in the States. I also share one of those moments I’ll never forget: landing in Rwanda, stepping out of the airport, smelling the sweet scent of the trees and flowers, and eating my first samosa on the continent. It brought life back to me—lowered my blood pressure—and it hit different seeing people who look like me everywhere. And I keep it real: we went through trials and tribulation, but there were blessings in it. That’s why we sat down, broke it all the way down (shout out to Josiah), and turned it into the “Move Abroad in Three Easy Steps” workshop—so you can take practical steps toward the place you want to be too.