Every since I started blogging about my travels, I have kind of left this one to the dust. There are many times when I think of something that I would really like to write about or post in here but instead, I always use the time for my other blog. It usually takes me anywhere between 2-4 hours to complete a travel blog. After I finish I am pretty burnt out. For me, it´s kind of exhuasting to share that much of myself and my life every week. A lot of times, I don´t want to do it or I want to leave somethings out but there are three main driving factors that keep me going. The first is that I would not be here without the help of so many people back home such as my parents. I know how much my blog means to them and it is the least I can do, let them in on my life here, to thank them for all they have done. The second is that when I Skype or chat with people back home, we can have a normal conversation and I can hear about their life. I don´t want to spend the entire time talking about myself and my time here, because yes it is amazing and I do want to share that but at the same time, I desperately miss life back home. No matter how mundane it may seem for the people I am talking to, I love hearing about their daily life back home. Also, once the recaps are out of the way, we can just chat and joke around which I love. The final reason that like to blog is because I know, 4 months, 1 year, 10 years from now, I am going to be really grateful I so diligently recorded my experiences here. It will be a really good keepsake to have later in life.
I am going to try and be better about blogging here because I miss the freedom it brings me. I can say what is on my mind without having to be mindful of who might read it later. It is a place where I can truly be honest with myself and what is going on in my life.
Every since I started this blog, it has been an amazing release for me. It has allowed me to put my restless thoughts to paper and out of my mind. I need that more than ever here. I have been blessed to meet some amazing people here but I don´t confide in them like I would with Josie or others back home. At times, this leaves me feeling a little trapped and without even realizing it, tense. At times, I´ve never felt more alone than I do here which is ironic because I rarely have a moment to myself.
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