My days as a travel blogger are finished.
What’s that you say?
“You? A travel blogger? But wouldn’t that require actually writing about travel and not, say, your couch?”
Okay, so it’s possible you have a point..
I haven’t been the most travely of travel bloggers.
But I’m about to get a lot less travely. As if that was even possible.
You see, last week’s post on my short but sweet and extremely caffeinated trip to Vietnam wrapped up all I have to say about my month-long trip in Asia this summer.
Yes, it took me two months to write about one month of travel. What can I say? I’m slow. In more ways than one.It’s possible there was a twenty-four-hour period in Hong Kong right before I caught my flight back to the States that has yet to be accounted for.
And it’s going to stay that way.
Not because I did anything scandalous.
But because I spent the entire time holed up in a ridiculously overpriced airport hotel room. You see, I felt it only suitable that I spend my last day in Asia the same way I’d spent the majority of my six years in Asia – drinking beer in a bathrobe.So that’s it.
No more non-travely travel blog posts from me as I don’t have any travel plans on the horizon.
Or, really, well, anything on the horizon.
Even though I feel like I kind of really should because people keep on asking me “What’s next?”
Well, that and, “When are you leaving?” Which, by the way, isn’t the best way to make a girl feel at home.
Of course, I can understand why people have been asking me this. I mean, I do have a tendency to leave the country. Like, a lot.
My usual response to this question is something along the lines of, “I’m just trying to focus on the now.” I’d like to think this makes me sound very Oprah.
And not like I have no clue what I’m doing with my life.
But, uh, let’s be honest.
I have no clue what I’m doing with my life.
Not that this is anything new. I’ve never been the five-year plan kind of person. Heck, who am I kidding? I don’t even have a five-day plan.
Thinking about the future tends to give me the heebie-jeebies. Probably because I’m pretty sure my future will involve my living in a cardboard box. Possibly under a bridge. If I’m lucky.Besides, I have to say, the now is pretty nice.
I’ve been spending a lot of time with my family. Including my nieces and nephews, who I’ve been teaching lots of important life lessons to. Like “How to Dust the Furniture in Aunt Sally’s Room.” And “Tell Aunt Sally She’s Pretty.”
I have a good job. Well, at least until January. Admittedly, it’s been a lot of hard work and a big adjustment for me. But I get to work with lots of supportive people, and my students regularly call me “professor” which makes me feel all kinds of smart and important.
I can even buy pants. Real pants! Like ones with actual waistbands!
And I’ve been putting some serious thought into getting a social life again. I mean, I haven’t really done anything too social yet. But it’s an idea I’ve been kicking around.
So, yeah, the now is not so bad.
At least, you know, for now.Even though I haven’t been thinking too much about my own future, I have been thinking about the future of this here blog.
I know. Don’t even ask me how that makes sense.
Apparently, I don’t care if I end up in a cardboard box when I’m seventy. But I want a brighter future for my blog.
I think this is what it must feel like to have kids. You know, if you’re crazy.
You see, I’ve watched some of my favorite travel and expat blogs die after the blogger returns home. (I’m looking at you, Bangkok Reality Smackdown.)
I don’t want the same thing to happen to my blog.
Even before I left Asia, I started to worry that I wouldn’t have anything to write about once I was no longer living some exotic, adventurous life overseas.
Not that I was really living an exotic, adventurous life overseas. I mean this is me we’re talking about here.
I was living basically the same life I’m living now. I just had fewer pants back then. And a much more colorful couch.
But, you know, living overseas kind of has a way of making everything you do feel like some exotic adventure.
Especially when you live in China, where even grocery shopping puts you in close contact with wild animals. And, no, I’m not talking about my fellow customers. (Even though those old ladies could be pretty vicious with their shopping carts.)
I’m talking about these:But it turns out that I didn’t really need to worry that much about running out of things to write about.
I mean, again, this is me we’re talking about here. I’ve written thousand-word posts about my bathrobe. But I think we can all agree that that bathrobe deserved its own blog post.
You see, in the past two months since returning to the States, I’ve been really wanting to write about what’s been going on here at home. Like the fact that I got a new bathrobe. Which is just as soft and wonderful as the one I had in China but even more magical because I didn’t have to buy it in the men’s side of the store. And then have to pretend I didn’t buy it in the men’s side of the store by cutting out all the tags that said “Hefty Man Size XXXL.”
But I also really wanted to write about my last month of traveling in Asia.
It was a super tough decision, you guys.
It was practically the Sophie’s Choice of blogging.
In the end, Asia won out. Because I knew I’d feel bad if I had photos like this on my computer that I never got to share with you:
But now that I’m no longer a travel blogger, I can finally start blathering on and on about all the fun, non-travely, new-life-at-home stuff I’ve been dying to tell you about.
And share the photos.
Because, again, I’d feel really bad keeping photos like this from you:
I’m sure you’re super excited.
I know I am.So, what do you think should be next? Have any ideas on what you’d like to see me write about now that I’m back in the States? Or, heck, maybe you have an idea as to what I should actually do with my life? Please share! Because, Lord knows, I have no clue!