I’m tired of traveling.
I never ever thought I’d hear myself say that.
I certainly never dreamed I’d ever put it in writing and share it with all of you.
But that’s the beauty of writing.
Sometimes our thoughts bleed out of us before we even know they’re ours. We don’t realize it until they stare back at us on the screen in a cold, hard, undeniable truth.
After attending TBEX (the travel blogger conference I went to in Bangkok) I felt flush with thoughts on travel and blogging, on what it all means and what I want. And one morning in Thailand, as I was getting out of the shower, those words hit me like a brick. Not one that took the breathe out of me, because I think I felt them lurking when I was in Cuba, but I shoved them down and buried them with the excuse that I was just exhausted from graduate school. Rather, they hit me like the weight of a brick can wear a person down if forced to carry it.
I had started an online career, for the purpose of allowing me to continue to travel. And now that I was taking advantage of my freedom to do so, I wanted to go home. What was wrong with me?
I sat down on my dorm bed, opened my computer and let it sink in. Am I really tired of traveling?
This blog began as a space for me to write about teaching English in Thailand and morphed into a documentation of my life abroad, when Thailand took me to the rest of Southeast Asia and then China and India. I wrote about beautiful beaches and temples and solo travel. I wrote about how I loved each place I went for the people, the culture, the immersion experiences I felt lucky to have had.
I still love all of those things. And I will forever cherish the memories I’ve made.
But travel changed me, as it will you.
And this blog has changed, too.
I no longer live abroad. I swapped teaching abroad for running a TEFL agency and helping others get started. I’ve realized on my last two adventures that I’m done with the tropics, at least for now, and I thus traded in the beaches for the mountains. I’m even eager to change my travel pack into a wilderness pack…
…at least temporarily. We all know I haven’t totally given up the travel pack. In fact, I’m planning for an extended trip in April now, which before Thailand sounded like ages away. Now, I realize it’s only 4.5 months and I keep asking myself if I’ll be ready. The truth is: I’m quite enjoying my home base.
Of course it helps that the home I’ve chosen (for now) is utterly gorgeous, with mountains that still make me gasp at their beauty and then tell my dog to look “because it’s just so beautiful, isn’t it?” (What do you mean you don’t have conversations with your dog?) I can drive 20-60 minutes in any direction and be in some of nature’s most jaw-dropping scenery. I think it would take me years to explore all the lakes, rivers, mountains and rock climbs in this area.
I might be here that long. And I might not.
Some things remain the same.
I plan to be here for at least a year, to give this business a go, but who knows what comes next. I love the beauty of not knowing, and my freedom to choose.
I still love travel, and writing and adrenaline rushes, so in this space I will continue to document my outdoor escapades and adventure travel. I will continue to write about things like a motorcycle tour in Colombia (read about the crash here), rock climbing and hiking mountains.
I just don’t think I’ll be moving abroad anytime soon. Or traveling to the heat. No more heat, please!
As you’ve probably noticed, there are weeks when I get too busy juggling work and outdoor play, and updating this blog passes me by. In those times, I hope you’ll follow me on Instagram, where I’ll bring you with me virtually and visually.
Have you ever felt burnt out on travel, or like you needed a home base, or just a different direction? Leave me a comment below!