Forewarning: I might have become a wee bit addicted to blogging daily while we were on our cruise. I’m finding it difficult not to post something every day now that we’re in a one month travel hiatus, but no one needs a picture of my empty coffee cup, a list of our annual medical appointments, or a description of making the bed in our temporary lodgings. Nonetheless, I feel compelled to write today, so here’s my rambling justification for why I blog.
I’m getting old(er), and time seems to be moving faster.
By the end of 2022, Ted and I will have visited 90 cities in 31 countries. We’ll have seen hundreds of historic sites, tried countless new foods, listened to new and unfamiliar sounds, and met many dozens of people with a myriad of different backgrounds. We’ll have travelled by plane, boat, train, subway, tram, funicular, bus, car, and on foot.
We’ll have spent time with family, friends, acquaintances, and strangers. We’ll have seen deserts and lush forests and orchards; mountains and valleys; glaciers, oceans, lakes, rivers and canals.
We’ll have celebrated holidays, birthdays, and anniversaries; welcomed new lives, and mourned the loss of loved ones who’ve left us.
Every day has had something memorable about it, and yet individual days are far too easy to forget.
So, in essence, this blog is the diary that I never took the time to keep when I was young, when available time seemed endless and memory infallible. I am writing to the “you” that is really me – talking to myself, as it were. Sometimes there are exciting things to share; other times there are more mundane things that I want to look back on later (like packing lists, and which website I used to book train tickets).
Because the words that I use, the priorities I choose, the opinions I express, and even the pictures I select are all intended to help me remember how I felt when I experienced particular places and events, in my head I begin each episode with an unwritten “Dear Diary” (actually, “Dear Barbie & Josie”, like an open letter to my best friends).
I don’t do that formally when I write because I thought it might scare people away, and it makes me very very happy to have people interested enough to follow along!
So, why blog? Initially for myself, for our family and friends, and as a way to maintain memories now that I don’t create physical scrapbooks. The unexpected bonus has been the opportunity to provide entertainment, inspiration, and maybe even some joy to the followers we’ve gathered.
It’s a hobby I’m enjoying as I do it, and also enjoying when I go back to read old entries.
There’s lots more to come. I hope folks will continue to enjoy our journey with us.