solegraphy :: like calligraphy, only better

I suppose there comes a point where a blank page is a bigger obstacle than a sheer mountain face. When typing words on a page becomes more daunting than running a gauntlet. I have hit that point over and over again in the past several months.

I began this journal five years ago today. I updated at least four times a day to ramble about utter nonsense and wax poetic about attractive movie stars. Then it evolved.

I had never intended this to become a travel blog. Nor a photography blog. But I suppose that is what it became slowly – changing as I unknowingly became something new.

I didn’t notice it after my first trip to Kosovo.

Nor Amsterdam.

After my second trip to Kosovo, I hardly gave it a sideways glance.

In Vienna, I gave more thought to my photography. But never to share.

In Ethiopia, it simply became a way to connect with loved ones despite the hours it took to upload every post and entry.

In London, it became a way for me to remember.

After that, it began to morph again. Once I returned to the states, I was inundated with requests for more posts, more thoughts, more pictures. I received emails telling me how many were reading, how many were expecting me to update every week. And all of a sudden, writing became a chore. Something I had to do. Something oppressive. 

But still I wrote. Through my first few months living in Korea. 

Through Vietnam.

And Lao.

And Cambodia.

Slowly the entries trickled in as I forced myself to write something. Anything. To put the words to the page and still enjoy it. So I wrote about China.

And visiting North Korea.

It took me months to write about Hawaii.

And Australia.

And yet, Thailand still waits for me to pen my adventures. It is that thought that has made me wait so long to write this again. 

I had forgotten that I was writing this for myself. To remember. To see where I have been and remember the hysterical stories that makes each step a joy. Each journey an adventure. 

I think I am beginning to see it again. What a five years it has been.