I’d expected a little more fanfare, the day I finally got down to registering my own domain and sorting out a website; but the truth is, I actually feel little more apprehensive than overjoyed, now that I’ve more or less worked through the bits and bobs of putting together the skeletons of this place.

Even as my eyes continue to glow at the appearance of the Pinterest thumbnail every time my mouse hovers over an image, I am filled with anxiety, hesitance, and an overpowering let’s-just-go-back-to-the-comfy-arms-of-our-old-Wordpress sentiment.

Hi, everyone who was nice enough to come. 👋

Truth is, I’m still as hopelessly disorganized as ever about what I want my blog to mean to me. I still can’t figure out if I want my voice to be serious or personal; and I still don’t know if blogging exclusively about travel is something I want to project. This was a conundrum that made me spend more than 3 hours trying to figure out a distinctive travel blog name only to end up settling for my own, because, well, because then you don’t corner yourself into abiding by one specific identity all the time, isn’t it?

In essence, I want to be a storyteller – and I want to be able to tell all kinds of stories (as I always have); except this time, there is a slight shift in my perspective because I am also trying to figure out what I can bring to the table for others while I am doing that. I stumbled upon a wonderful community recently, and it’s been making me rethink the notion of adding value to those around you; rather than demanding to be seen or heard or read all the time. I’m still trying to figure out how to do that – seeing as how I’m not particularly skilled at any of the hardware skills needed to succeed in the blogging world today. But perhaps there is value to just, sharing, whether or not you deem yourself professional at something. To quote my infamous tagline from my old blog, I make the mistakes so you don’t have to.

So here’s to brand new beginnings, right smack in the middle of a month that’s wedged at the tail end of a year. As far as a new symbolic reform goes, I’ve never understood why people are always inclined to wait for January before making a change – not that December 18th is any better – but hey, at least I’ll always have this 13-day headstart.