These journals started as a way to keep in touch with everyone back home. They were for my encouraging and sometimes nervous parents, for my curious and intrigued friends. A one stop shop for any and all who were interested in my whereabouts.
Only when I returned home did I realize that these journals were really for me. They take me back to every place that I’ve been so when I’m stuck doing something a bit less exciting, I can be transported if only for a moment.
Can’t remember what it was like to be a child? Try traveling. Feel like your days are running together end on end? Try traveling. Can’t imagine getting nostalgic for a moment that hasn’t passed yet? Try traveling.
You can’t go back in time and have fresh eyes but you can move forward in space and have fresh things to look at. Travel slows the clock and distinguishes your moments. You look at things differently if you think you may never see them again. At least I do.
I can stare at maps all day. The green is for nostalgia and the gray is for daydreaming.
Maybe you don’t know me. Here are a few things to get you started: I am a list-maker, Excel spreadsheet enthusiast, nostalgia junkie, food savorer, budgeter, criminal justice hobbyist, introvert, practiced extrovert.
On The Wishlist
Tanzania, Uzbekistan, Guatemala, Bhutan.
Oaxaca, Mexico. Provence, France. San Sebastian, Spain. Muscat, Oman.
Returning to Italy.