For the past three years, my “office” has been wherever my laptop opens — a beach café in Bali, a co-working space in Lisbon, or a noisy hostel lobby somewhere in Thailand. I’m a UX designer without a fixed address, chasing Wi-Fi, sunsets, and new perspectives. People often think it’s glamorous — and sometimes it is. But most days, it’s equal parts freedom and friction.

My mornings begin differently depending on where I am. Some days I’m sketching wireframes with coffee overlooking the sea; other days I’m fighting bad internet while presenting a user flow to a client halfway across the world. The challenge isn’t just time zones — it’s staying creative while constantly uprooted. But that’s also the beauty of it.

Being nomadic has changed how I design. Every new city teaches me something about human behavior — how people use space, how they interact with tech, what “convenience” means in different cultures. In Tokyo, I learned the art of simplicity; in Istanbul, I learned that chaos can be beautiful. Those lessons quietly seep into my work, shaping interfaces that feel more human and less “Western default.”

I remember designing an app for travelers while working from a tiny café in Vietnam. I watched locals and tourists navigate Google Maps differently — some zooming in endlessly, others relying on memory and landmarks. That observation changed my design approach more than any book could. UX isn’t just pixels — it’s psychology, empathy, and the ability to see patterns in everyday behavior.

But being a nomadic designer isn’t all romantic freedom. There are lonely nights, dropped connections during client calls, and moments when inspiration feels far away. Yet every time I land in a new place, I’m reminded why I chose this path — the world itself is my user base, and every culture I experience makes me a little better at understanding people.

At the end of the day, UX design isn’t just about how users move through an interface — it’s about how we move through life, adapt, and learn. And for me, that journey never really ends — it just keeps changing coordinates.