This blog started because people always asked me about the trip I just took. I was just inexperienced enough to think that people who asked really did want to know (as opposed to, say, just being polite).
Hahahah. Y'all created a monster.
The fact is I process everything—trips, yes, but also what I think—through the written word. There's a reason why experts suggest journaling for all manner of things. I write for sanity. I write for myself.
I'm delighted that some people are reading … but I don't really think about it too much. This isn't a side hustle. I don't seek to monetize anything. Or influence anything. I don't want to be "famous." (shudder) I've always tried to fill in time between trips with "items of interest," preferably with some relation to travel, as if I really do have an audience, but … it's a big ol' world and I'm just one little speck in it.
That said, I live a lot of my life in my head, and right now I'm exploring what I think about the world. (As you've no doubt seen.) I'm interested in a lot … from traveling the world to my backyard, from current events to history, from my ancestry to what I leave behind.
So though I've said I'm writing for me, I'm really writing for Sybil. (I've probably said this elsewhere.) But it's true. I'm writing this for my little arrows into the future: Jesse, Katie, and Sybil-Who-Recently-Turned-Three. Two of them don't have time to read my writing and one of them, well, can't. Yet.
But it will be here when she can.
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