I didn’t plan to become a nomadic UX designer. I just booked one flight — then another — and suddenly I was designing onboarding flows from a bamboo desk in Bali. Now, five countries later, I’ve learned that designing while living everywhere and nowhere at the same time changes you in ways no office ever could.

My “desk” this month is a rooftop in Athens. Last month, it was a hostel lobby in Budapest. Before that, a beach café in Croatia where I once muted a client call because a flock of seagulls started screaming mid-wireframe review.

Remote design isn’t picture-perfect. I’ve worked through power cuts, Wi-Fi that died during a design sprint, and one hoodie-only Zoom call because my luggage was lost. But it’s also the reason I now understand users — deeply. Culture shapes how people think, click, scroll, and trust.

In Seoul, I noticed people hover before they tap — so I started designing more preview states.
In Turkey, I watched grandparents navigate payment screens with patience and fear — so I simplified all confirmation flows.
In Portugal, a teenage café worker told me, “Apps should feel like music — familiar, but not boring.” That line changed my entire design philosophy.

Every city gives me new user data — without research tools.

People imagine my life is all sunsets and laptops. Truth is: most sunsets I’m working through; most laptops I’m recharging in airports. But every day I feel more alive than I ever did in a climate-controlled cubicle with cold coffee and fluorescent lights.

What keeps me moving? Curiosity. The constant reminder that design is never a final version — just like me.

Someday, maybe I’ll settle in one place.

But today, I’m designing checkout flows while watching the Acropolis turn gold in the evening sun.

And tomorrow, who knows?

Maybe a new country.
Definitely a new idea.