If you’ve been following the blog for awhile, you’ll notice that since I moved to San Francisco I’ve been taking short trips around the U.S. – to New Orleans, Chicago, Austin.
If you’ve been following my tweets, you’ll also notice I’ve been sharing some #bloggingconfessions in an effort to keep it real about life as a travel blogger.
Well, here’s a confession for you: I haven’t traveled internationally this year. (Pause for dramatic effect.)
One of my favorite things about writing this blog is helping people overcome their travel fears. With that dialogue often comes a lot of questions. By far the most frequent question I get these days is:
“When is your next trip?”
“If you love traveling so much, why don’t you just keep traveling?”
Or my personal favorite:
“Why don’t you just travel full time?”
(My response: you’ve never read my blog, have you?)
It’s a valid question. Especially since I transitioned from working for a Fortune 500 corporation to being a full-time freelance writer who can essentially write from anywhere (emphasis on ‘free’ as in freedom, not free as in not getting paid.)
Another internet buzzword that’s thrown around a lot is “location independence.” Why, when I could be frolicking in Costa Rica or Bali, would I choose instead to live and work in one of the most expensive cities in the world?
My answer via Instagram:
:: neighborhood walks ::
:: proximity to family/the mountains i grew up in ::
:: friends’ dogs + babies ::
:: having my favorite indian/vietnamese/mexican/californian cuisine…all in the same week ::
:: hosting parties and meeting up weekly with friends old + new ::
:: one word: CALIFORNIA ::
and last but not least… :: waking up in my own bed ::
+ :: having a place to hang my maps! ::
community, like-minded people, friends, proximity to family, happiness…that’s why!
Travel is one of the things I love most in life. It makes me feel alive, it brings me joy, it enlightens me, it challenges me, it delights me. Yet…
There’s more to life than just travel.
Travel is a tool I use to live better at home.
You know what’s boring and uninspiring? Routines. But after awhile, even travel becomes a routine. (Just ask someone who has traveled in Asia if they’ve ever had temple fatigue.)
I want travel to stay something I look forward to. Like birthday cakes, champagne (ok, you caught me, ‘x’ that one,) and sunny days in San Francisco. They’re especially beautiful because they don’t happen every day.
That being said…it’s been awhile. I think I’ll go look at some flights.
(And if you’re itching for a passport stamp in the meantime, there’s always #TravelTuesday.)
noise :: silence
social :: introspective
play :: work
indulgence :: discipline
travel :: home
San Francisco is my soul city. Have you found yours? If so, where is it? If not, are you still looking?