I can remember the first time I seriously wanted to write a blog. I was standing in the kitchen of the local pub I worked at, looking through the window where we dropped off dishes for the dishwasher. He looked utterly perturbed. I walked back out to the main dining area and saw a woman almost 9 months pregnant smoking and having a drink in full view of the entire bar. Our favorite regular sat at his favorite table having his favorite drink. All around me I saw stories that I wanted to write, but it didn’t seem like they were my stories to tell.
This blog has been in the making for at least 8 years but the truth is I was too busy wasting time cultivating the projection of who I am, appeasing others, and worried about their opinions. As life would have it, people form their judgments of the “you” that they perceive anyway, so I realize it’s a safer bet to let you judge the real me.
Nothing feels more authentic than my words, although by definition writers carefully craft a story by controlling their words. I just want to be honest; Screw control. Writing has always been my escape and I never tire of it. At this juncture in my life, nothing feels more natural than traveling and writing so I am throwing caution to the wind and doing exactly that.
In the next chapter, we’re headed South in a converted 1992 Land Cruiser toward Panama in search of a place to live. If no destinations suit us, we’ll hop over the canal and continue on down South. We’ve spent the majority of our time getting the car, finances, and supplies ready and are just about ready to begin the trip.
The Guy has spent a lot of time building the interior and taken a lot of care in researching safety. I’m ready for this destination-less adventure! Maybe I’ll find what I’m looking for, or perhaps I’ll find that what I’m looking for is something I already have. Either way, it’ll be interesting. And I promise to be honest and informative about it!
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