My Return Ticket: Picking Up Where I Left Off

Notre-Dame Cathedral, Paris
Notre-Dame Cathedral, Paris

There’s a sign in my hallway that I walk by every day. It says, “We travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape us.” Life has been escaping me a lot lately.

I’ve thought about writing this post a hundred times—probably more, actually. What do you say when you’ve taken a 2-year hiatus?! I’ve come up with a lot of excuses to justify my absence. Work is consuming my life. I don’t have time. I write all day, how can I possibly come home and write at night? Well, all of those are still true, but I think I’ve officially run out of reasons not to start this thing up again.

We’re all friends here, right?

Truth? I’ve been going through a bit of an identity crisis. Who the heck am I in this travel blogging world, and where does my story fit in? I blame the day job a bit. I work in PR and read many a wonderful travel blog. These amazing people have become my friends, and I so admire each one of them. They’re the best at what they do. What could I possibly add?

And there’s this fraud-like feeling that I just haven’t been able to shake. A few other things have happened in our lives—like buying a house and starting our Sheltie collection. Ah, there are so many things I swore up and down I’d never do. But here we are with a mortgage, a car payment, and two young puppies. It all feels a bit heavy sometimes, surrounded by so many of the “things” that make up a fixed life. I prided myself in living apartment life with just enough attachments to keep me grounded, but with the agility to spread my wings and go.

But the last year and a half has shown me that you really can have it all. We bought a house that comes with a monthly payment that isn’t much higher than our previous rent, still allowing us that incredibly important dispensable income to travel. Sedona Page and Trevi Roosevelt are the absolute best doggos—and come to find out, they’re fairly mobile! I hope to get both of them to their namesakes someday. And yes—we’ve lived in this small town in Upstate New York FAR longer than either of us ever dreamed we would, but we’re traveling more now than we ever have.

Emerald Isle, NC.

Emerald Isle, NC.

So, I’m desperately trying to get out of my own way.

Of course, coming back to this after so long, there are a few nagging questions: What will people think since I’ve been silent so long? Should I rebrand the entire blog and start over? Am I even credible after just bailing on this thing that I worked to build?

Believe me, I still don’t have answers, but the bottom line is that I live to travel, and I love encouraging other people to step outside their comfort zones and see the world. My goal in life is to get people to use every single one of those precious vacation days to go see something new. At the end of the day, that’s all that matters, right?

Unbelievably happy in Ireland.

Unbelievably happy in Ireland.

So here I am, owning up to my serious insecurities about this whole blogging thing, and thanking you for your patience while I try to figure it out.

We all share this wicked wanderlust—you wouldn’t be here otherwise. It’s that longing for the unfamiliar—the pull in your heart for places you’ve never even seen. It’s flirting with the globe, knowing you can’t stay in one place for too long.

We are so very similar, and we’re going to figure this out together. I have great stories to share, and hopefully, even better photos. I have travel tips and copious words of encouragement to get you out there seeing more of the world than you ever thought possible.

Let’s continue to explore together, little by little—bit by bit.

On top of the world in Switzerland.

On top of the world in Switzerland.

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