When I started travelling, I started writing. It’s always been a natural thing for me to do, to catalogue my thoughts, vent, to organise the mess of internal chatter logically. The idea of a blog seemed like the easiest way to let anyone who was interested back home know where I was and how things were going over the next 12 months. But I’d written pages and pages in a journal, with no logical structure to share beyond the pages of my notebooks, and no idea where to begin.
So here it is, my possibly too much information, mess of shit that goes on in my head, diary-blog and catalogue of events over the next however many months I make it through over here. Welcome to North America!