What's the point?
Updated: Apr 3
Here I am; another ‘just turned 30, leaving my well paid position, to travel the world with my wonderful partner’ type. I would be willing to bet you probably know someone my age doing the same, complete with a website/blog page and clever instagram handle; I’d even go so far as to bet you’ve long thought and often dreamt (as we all do) of handing in your resignation and jet setting off to some distant tropical location to sip cocktails and soak in the sun.
*brrt brrt brrt* The morning alarm goes off and the obligations of debt, bills, deadlines, familial/social obligations come back in a dizzying spin and we hang up the dream for another day “When the time is right”.
I bet you’ve heard this next part too; “You can totally afford it, it's not that expensive ”, “It’s not that tough”, “All you have to do is take the leap!” etc.
Those platitudes aren’t fooling anyone though, and I’m here to tell you; it is expensive, it is tough, and you should never leap before you look.
So, with all that said, why would I even bother to continue to write a blog that is thematically cloned from hundreds if not thousands of other travel blogs? Well I’ve noticed that there is a distinct lack of realness, story telling, and personality in the aforementioned donors.
We get it, you travel, and your partner day trades/is a web developer/sells antique clothes on etsy and if we subscribe to your page we can live vicariously through you and maybe learn what noodle shop we should eat at along the way.
I want someone to tell me the real deal; how did you grow as a person? What challenges did you face? How did you cope? How did you keep it all together and still have fun? What did you learn about yourself? What did you and your partner argue about? How did you resolve your issues? What the hell am I even hoping to find on this trip?
So that's what I’m here to do, write as if I am the reader, because ultimately that is who I am writing for. Myself. To stay sane, to capture the little moments, and to ensure that the everyday happenings don’t fade into the whitenoise feeling tone of a greater experience surrounding this uncertain time of my life. Perhaps even, something that I experience or other epiphanies can help others who may stumble upon this calamity that I call “my train of thought”.
Maybe I can shine a light into some dark corner or provide a laugh on a hard day. Maybe this is just another way for me to justify the foundation of my reasoning to quit my job and travel, or maybe it carries real meaning and weight because it is a chronicling of a major period of change; a rolodex of experience, emotion, learning, growing, falling short and rising again.
Whatever it may be; a guide, a warning, a place for learning, sharing, questioning and discomfort, a happy memory, a botched landing, or just a place for me to jot down the half baked ramblings of my mind. None of that really matters, all that truly matters is this:
It will be what it is meant to be and I am just thankful that you are here to share it with me.