Sorry to be MIA, my friends. I stopped posting about our travels because:
- I got waaay behind on posting in real time, by destination. Then it was, “What’s the point?”
- I let technology get the better of me, along with the overwhelm of a bajillion photos to cull.
- I asked myself, “Why am I doing this?” and “Do I actually have anything new to say?”
- I overthunk it (overthought? overthinked?) and my snarky little perfectionist gremlin took over, shaking my confidence. I got to know her so well, I named her Marilyn.
Why I decided to start blogging again:
- I got snarky back and told Marilyn “done is better than perfect” ya know, so screw you if my photos aren’t processed or my home page is wonky.
- I reminded myself that journeys don’t follow a straight line, so why does my blog need to?
- I think everyone should know they can do this too.
- I’m getting clear on my why. And it isn’t about finding a cheap place to live, it’s about living well outside the box.
Let’s face it. These destinations have all been blogged, vlogged, and flogged exhaustively. (Bali, anyone? Thailand?) I can tell you the cost of a bottle of local beer or loaf of bread, or give you recommendations on a charming Airbnb. I may sprinkle that information here and there, but it won’t be my main focus. Everyone else and their nomadic dog has told you this stuff already.
My posts won’t be chronological but perhaps more psychological, ha. If you’re interested in some stories, a few tips, and a busload of encouragement, step inside. I’ll try to show you that if we can do it, you can do it. You don’t have to be especially brave or rich to experience this lifestyle. You don’t have to be under the age of 35, and tethered to an iPhone, a Macbook Pro, a GoPro and every social media account in the galaxy. And you don’t have to be an intrepid extrovert willing to visit every site and share every detail in filtered technicolour. You do have to be willing to take a flying leap though. Of faith, silly.
In the spirit of full disclosure, we wouldn’t earn any A+ grades as travel keeners. We learned very little of the language in the countries we’ve visited so far. We probably spend too much time in our Airbnbubbles instead of mingling with the locals. And we don’t eat local food every day, but secretly covet jars of Marmite (his) and Skippy (hers) along with other imported comfort foods. In other words, we do it for reals, not for show.
So if you’re curious to hear a few stories and learn how we live this way, stick around for all the crazy talk.