For a long time I have refused to become a blogger. In my mind it was like keeping a public journal, where you ranted about your crazy encounter at the bus stop that day, or how upset you were at your boyfriend. Who wants to hear about that, right?
I suppose you could consider blogging an art form. A way to express oneself. Just like a painter. Sculptor. Singer. Or dancer. All have this overwhelming desire, no, need, to tell their story. Just like I will tell mine.
Welcome to my journey. I’m a traveler. An adventurer. It is a chronic condition termed wanderlust that is unresponsive to conventional treatment of trips to Myrtle Beach or weekend getaways to the Smoky Mountains. As G. K. Chesterton says “The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set food on one’s own country as a foreign land.”
I hope that through this blog you will be able to experience at least a glimpse of the places, the culture, and the people in the way I have been so blessed to do. Maybe, like me, you will see the vastness of this world, yet the familiarities common to all cultures. And to understand that different, doesn’t always mean wrong.
Enjoy reading! Feel free to post comments. And remember to live your life, moment by moment, enjoying not only the length but the depth of it as well.