September 28, 2010 § Leave a comment
September 12, 2010 § Leave a comment
I’m loving living my travel dreams vicariously through a good friend of mine’s first adventures in Europe. For those of us who can’t be out on the road at the moment, it is always a pleasure to share in the trials, tribulations, joys and laughs of someone fortunate enough to be playing foreigner. I love her blog and you will too. She’s honest and makes apt observations about the ups and downs of travel. Her words have allowed me to relive my first travels on an almost daily basis, as I read and think ahhh, I remember feeling like that or I remember coming to a similar conclusion.
And of course like any good travel blogger, she offers up some temptuous eye candy that has me checking kayak.com obsessively.
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September 12, 2010 § Leave a comment
I purchased a travel writing course over a year ago. It is meant to be a 12 week online course, with one lesson per week. Hmmm, I’ve made it to lesson two. Really? In an entire year, I never managed to find the few measly hours necessary to complete the course. This is a lesson in goals. Write them down, attach a deadline and keep them in a safe place. Refer to them every once in a while just to keep yourself on task. Sure other things come up and your goals/priorities change, but don’t let goals you really want to accomplish be swept by the wayside.
September 11, 2010 § Leave a comment
I’m sitting outside in the sun actually enjoying beautiful Montana. I’m reading, thinking, reading, watching. I’ve begun a new chapter in my life (I’m finding a career), a good chapter, but with each step I take in this new direction I’m experiencing a heightened sense of personal claustrophobia. I feel like I’m sitting in a cubicle and the cement truck has backed up and started dumping fresh quick dry cement over my head. Like, this is make or break time, I’ll only have a few hours before it dries or I’m stuck forever. All I see is work and responsibility, and more work, and then a husband and children yielding more work and responsibility, basically the end any moment to myself as I know it. Some of you probably think, hell you’re being dramatic and others, why don’t you grow up already? Both opinions are equally valid, but it’s not responsibility or having to work hard that I’m afraid of. What I fear is my own inability to find balance. If I dive in now, will it be 30 years before I submerge and I’m left with a thought of where my life went?
Yesterday, I had to take the trash out at work prematurely, while it was still light out. Thank god that happened! The clouds were thick and thunderous, the light golden and rich, my first thought was, “I’m missing this. I’m missing Montana.” This is my biggest fear, that my loyalty to work and responsibility will cause me to miss out on my own life. There is a never ending all consuming list of things to do, many of which are necessary, but all of us, and I mean all, need to learn that we have to stop sometimes, we have to balance things out.
I thought of an experience I had in high school where until today hind sight has led me to believe that I acted selfishly and stupidly. I’m reconsidering those notions now. It was my senior year, and I liked a boy and there was a formal dance party at a friend’s house. I wanted to go so badly because my school being private and Christian didn’t allow such unChristian behavior. But I had a basketball game. It was my last year on the team, I was the captain, a key member. Somehow I just decided to ask my coach if I could miss the unimportant pre-season game, and I did. I was penalized the rest of the season, losing my starting spot, and I don’t even recall the party being all that memorable, but after four years of not so much as a missed practice let alone a game, was it really so wrong for me to want to go to a party? It’s not like I was even that good at basketball or hoping to play in college. High school was about more than sports, more than AP exams, more than friends, it was about a balance of all those things regardless if I my coaches thought so or not. Until now, I’ve felt like that was such an irresponsible decision, but really I was a 17 year old girl wanting to do 17 year old girl things, that isn’t so bad. I hope for the rest of my life I am brave enough to sometimes just choose myself regardless of what a coach, boss, husband, parent, friend etc. thinks. Don’t we all owe ourselves at least that?
September 5, 2010 § Leave a comment
I just started reading The Lost Girls, a travel memoir by three twentysomethings who quit their coveted NYC jobs, to take a year long detour around the world. Of course this book appeals to me, I’ve done something similar in my twenties, and I want to do it again in my later twenties, and I’m thrilled to be reading about other girls similar to me who left their careers for a year to follow their travel dreams.
I’m only a little way in but I thought I’d share this quote with you:
“Dubbing ourselves “The Lost Girls,” a term describing both our own uncertainty about the future and an emotional state we felt represented many in our generation, we committed to spending one year of our late twenties wandering the globe.”
I read this with huge relief, because lost is exactly how I would describe myself for the past several years, and the notion that this emotional state could be ascribed to three others like me, let alone my generation as as whole is incredibly comforting. Maybe my desire to spend a year living out of a backpack with camera in hand, writing and experiencing is actually perfectly normal.
September 3, 2010 § 1 Comment
Lately, I’ve longed for travel like never before. I dream it, sleep it, eat it, think it…And I think a lot of that stems from me missing the times where I was just by myself sitting in a cafe with a book or out with my camera exploring somewhere completely new. Travel for me was never so much about the having to go to a specific place, but just traveling for travel’s sake and seeing where each road took me. You can’t help but feel free when you’re wandering around somewhere new with out deadlines and obligations, only yourself and your thoughts. In my new found constant daily grind I’ve been craving those moments of freedom like a year with out chocolate.
I’ve come to the conclusion we all need to live richly every day no matter where we are. Today, I took my lunch and dressed it up. Firstly, I tried to make my lunch look nice, I took a yellow pansy and dropped it on my salad leaves to add cheer. I used the good plates, a cloth napkin, and fancy glasses. We say looks don’t matter, but they do. I even treated myself to glass of Pinot Blanc before work, sinful I know. And I grabbed the children’s book I just started to read and spent 45 minutes thoroughly enjoying myself outside in the sun. Perfect bliss. I could have been anywhere in the world, I imagined myself to be in Nice overlooking the Cote de Azur. I guess you can travel anywhere, even if it is just to the backyard.
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September 2, 2010 § Leave a comment
I’ve been thinking about traveling a lot lately. When this summer season first started off I had this grand notion of finally getting to Central America, liked I’ve talked about since I finished my first round the world excursion 2 years ago. But this summer in no way went as planned, and while I didn’t get the pleasure of enjoying many of the wonderful summer time activities Montana has to offer, summer has far exceeded my expectations. Suddenly, I’ve had so many incredible opportunities come my way, I’m literally wake up each morning thinking, ‘Is it really possible that I’m going to be/am a photographer?’
Anyways, I’ve been living vicariously through a friend’s solo sojourn through Europe, and it has definitely moved travel to the forefront of my mind. Too, I think I’ve worked harder this summer than ever before and I’m craving a break, some time to myself, some time of peace, some time where it is just me and my camera wandering around a place I’ve never seen. My experiences traveling thus far have forever infected me with the travel bug. I’m an addict and I can’t imagine that my addiction will ever die. I know the potential disasters, wonders, lessons and happiness that comes from travel. Experiences not easily replicated in everyday life. Sometimes you’ve just got to get up and go.
But as I begin to possibly formulate some plausible plan based off my savings, my work responsibilities, and the time I expect to have, I’ve found myself shying away from certain places and ideas. Fears are rising that I thought I long ago overcame. I’ve done the solo travel thing, sometimes with plans, sometimes not. I’ve been to many places that many Americans can’t believe I braved alone, but my experiences have taught me that no bravery was involved. Once you’re out there you realize that most places aren’t that scary, that we’re all just humans trying to make it, requiring and searching for the same things. But now, I find myself thinking, hmmm, maybe I should just stick to the UK, they all speak English. Or if I went to Europe how about France because I know someone I can visit and then I won’t have to worry about getting lost. Seriously, are those the thoughts going through my mildly worried head? And then I start thinking, I wonder if place X is safe?
Where did these thoughts come from? Is it because I’ve been out of the game for over a year? Has the small town mentality really settled in so much so that I’m that frightened of unknown places? Part of these unusual trepidations are a result of feeling just plain worn out. And travel anywhere, but especially somewhere foreign can be a hassle. But the fear I feel surprises me. Part of me is suddenly scared of the “other,” and I wonder where on earth did those feelings come from? If anything ridding yourself of those fears is one of the number one reason we should all travel internationally at some point in our lives.