When I started travelling, I started writing. It’s always been a natural thing for me to do, to catalogue my thoughts, vent, it’s one of the most important tools I use to organise the mess of internal chatter logically. I thought about a blog to keep anyone interested back home updated, but I’d written pages and pages in a journal, with no logical structure to share beyond the pages of my notebooks. So how personal should it be, could it be, or factual, a catalogue of events? But when so much of your life’s experience is in your thoughts and emotions, a list of events can barely scratch the surface.
So this 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!