As they say the road to regular blog posts is paved with good intentions.
“What the hell, you don’t call, you don’t write and then just show up out of the blue?” You are quite rightfully thinking.
Was I captured by Milanese land-pirates? Attacked by Promethean sea monsters? Inducted into a cargo cult that worships Ikea?
Well for the most part no, not really. I did get a little fatigued by the time I got to the south of France last year, but also around that time an opportunity to start working location independently presented itself. That has been and will continue to be a focus of mine looking forward. The ability to work anywhere there’s internet in a field that celebrates creativity is far too good to ignore.
However I have ignored some of my other creative outlets while doing this, my bad, I’m a terrible human being. But as my intentions when I started this blog, years ago now, it is a place to develop my skills and hone my craft. Although I have been writing many articles for an online advertising blog, but I always have a pang of guilt at my absence from writing articles in my own blog.
Do I have time to do all this while traveling? Sure, because I’m not in tourist mode 24/7. People that can keep that up for a year and a half and counting I salute you, but that’s not me. I make wherever I’m living home, for better or worse. Sometimes that means going out to parties with locals, grabbing a coffee and taking a walk around the neighborhood, looking out the window and thinking “Wow, I’m really living this.” And sometimes it’s ordering in instead of going out to eat, exploring the radioactive wastelands of Fallout 4 rather than the city I’m in and binge watching a tv series instead of watching a Live Flamenco show or Jazz Quartet.
There have been challenging times too, within the space of a month while I was staying with my Aunt in the UK last year, my Grandmother passed away back in New Zealand, while my Aunt’s husband died a few weeks later in the UK. On top of all this, I managed to get a nasty lingering flu. It really was the winter of my discontent. I just felt drained and spent, through all of this I kept working, because quite apart from the income, it gave me a focus of necessity.
Travel has also been therapy for me, sometimes shock therapy. Because I fall into a routine all too easily, even if it’s not one I particularly like or is actually detrimental. So the unavoidable requirement to uproot and go to different cities countries is a welcome challenge to set a different set of conditions to adapt to.
“But wait isn’t that just running away from your problems.” Says Judgey McJudgepants.
My response is a quote I’m fond of “It’s not what I’m running away from, It’s what I’m running to”.
Taking any kind of action over whatever your problem, is better than no action at all.
I have already spent years in situations I knew weren’t right for me, that weren’t fulfilling other than the lowest rungs on the “well I have, shelter, food and distractions” chart.
If you feel that way, then you need to do something about it, because that void we desperately shove things into is never going to be satisfied.
Travel just happens to be the best way for me to make sense of myself.
So what’s changed after a year and a half?
I can order a coffee in 6 languages (most of the time, “I want” and “leather” are very easy to mispronounce in Espanol).
.Ive managed to make a little money from my talent at writing.
I meet and have genuine interactions with people who’s path I would never have crossed otherwise, from politicians, flamenco dancers, musicians, shopkeepers, artists, university professors, celebrities, students, magazine writers, architects, street performers, lawyers, documentary makers, advertising executives, and DJs. All these people I have shared a moment with, a drink, a cigarette, breakfast, lunch dinner, pleasantries or in-depth conversation about the world.
I can (usually) figure out how to get from one place to another via plane, train, boat and automobile in multiple languages.
I don’t stress over the little stuff as much anymore.
Most importantly I’m a lot kinder to myself when my desired state doesn’t match my current state.
So I forgive myself for neglecting my blog, and just as a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, not being a slacker and updating my blog starts with a single post.