At 2 am on January 1st, 2014 my husband Logan and I sleepily climbed into my best friend’s car and headed to Denver International Airport. We were finally embarking on the trip I had been obsessively planning and thinking about for over a year, and we were SO excited. And I was going to blog about it.
Specifically I wanted to:
- Write as I go. I want[ed] to share in the moment thoughts and feelings to bring everyone to where we [were] as well as to bring myself (and Logan) back in the future.
- Create pages with travel information such as budgets, packing lists, and destination guides.
- Be as honest as I know how (which is pretty damn honest).
- Write for my own enjoyment, as well as yours!
Those were, verbatim, my goals for my first blog. Some of you may have even read those words when I posted them in my very first entry on WordPress on November 30th, 2013. Since then I have accomplished some of those goals, but for the most part I really didn’t get into blogging like I hoped I would. It’s hard. Seriously hard. Especially while you are traveling.
When you paid crap-tons of money to fly halfway around the world the last thing you want to do is plant yourself in front of a computer and write for hours on end. I am sure there are some people who can sit down and whip out posts without thinking too much about them, but I am not one of them. Not usually at least. Plus, what’s the point of a travel blog if you don’t actually go out and experience anything worth writing about?
I was decently successful at posting fairly regularly, but it was really difficult for me to stay on top of writing while we were on the road. I was too busy having fun! And watching Game of Thrones. And napping.
Real talk: I could have written during our many “down days” or when we got back from sightseeing. I could have taken fewer naps and watched a lot less House M.D. Unfortunately, when I did have time I often just didn’t want to write. It felt like a chore. And I was on vacation, damn it!
Ironically, it got even worse when I got home. I had tons of time to sit down and bust out the last few posts, but I didn’t. It took me three weeks to write my final post of our Europe trip. And it wasn’t even a good post.
When you blog your words are going out into the world-wide-web and even though only my family and a few friends actually followed me, there were are few randos who stumbled onto my unpolished, poorly written blog and I really wasn’t incredibly proud of what I had written. I was (and am) scared of the judgment that accompanies exposing yourself to the world.
So why am I even writing this now? If blogging is so hard and I seemingly don’t even like to write then what is the point this website? Why are you even here? Good question.
I really thought my writing days were over. What a fun (failed) experiment! I thought to myself. At least I have a first hand account of our epic journey. That’ll be fun to show the kids.
Back home in the US Logan and I loaded up a U-haul and moved to San Diego, California to start a new, grown-up life. Logan would go to graduate school and I would get a full-time teaching job. We would save up for a second car and eventually a condo. Of course we would continue traveling, but the trips would have to be shorter and would taper off as we got more responsibility at our jobs and had kids and all that.
But then life happened and priorities began to shift. Things we thought we wanted no longer seemed important. I wrote in more detail about what happened here, but to make a long story short, we love, love, love to travel and we are not ready to give it up.
Which brings me to why I am writing this.
As I just mentioned, I love travel. And I don’t just love TO travel. I love reading blogs about travel and watching YouTube videos about travel. An inordinate amount of my time is spent online, sifting through travel stories that inspire me. I also have an insatiable addiction to guidebooks. Thank goodness libraries exist, as that habit could seriously cut into my travel funds.
And I love to talk. Like a lot. But, like many travel bloggers, I am a self-proclaimed introvert. An introverted chatterbox? Isn’t that oxymoronic? Unfortunately for my closest friends and family, no. Large group social situations where I know nobody? No thanks. Small gatherings where I can talk for hours on end about just about anything? Heaven.
Because I care what people think about my appearance but am willing to do very little about it, vlogging is out. Why would I put on a bra and make up and get out of my comfy clothes if I don’t have to? Blogging is a perfect way to say everything I want to say without ruining relationships with my incessant and relentless desire to talk about traveling, all without having to get out of my pajamas!
I had to try again.
So when I headed off on my next long-term trip in May 2015 I dusted off my WordPress site and started to write. And you know what? It was just as hard as I remembered it being. I struggled once again with motivating myself to write and I fell behind quickly. But the more I write the easier it gets and the more I like it. I have so much to say and writing is a way for me to release everything flying around in my head.
Which brings us to now. This is my next adventure. I am going to try my hand at blogging. I bought a domain and have spent countless hours working on old blogs, making them shiny and new.
Here we go again…