I am not the blog-writing type, or any type for that matter. I am a normal, ordinary, simple person, who enjoys and lives each day as it comes. As far as writing goes, it has largely been restricted to a juvenile (and pathetic) attempt at poetry in long-gone childhood, and a few scribbles about the trips that have meant too much to be forgotten.
So then, why at this ripe old age of 40+ is there a blog? Essentially, just to show my close family and friends my trips. To make the pictures more interesting than the captions, or the long, boring write-up more colourful. But most of all, for me, to capture what I have loved on a holiday forever.
And maybe also, because a close friend urged me to write as she felt that this was the best way for me to take her (sitting miles away from me for years now) along with me on my journey. Or as another friend suggested, to pen down random thoughts, opinions, angst maybe. Or simply, to follow, many years later, in my smarter sister’s footsteps and write a blog.
I don’t know. All I know is that I hope there will be lots of trips to write about, and lots of places to photograph. And maybe someday, go with my friends or sister on a trip…..
These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when it’s cold outside
Every moment I’m awake the further I’m away
These dreams by Heart