2015 was the International Year of Light. 2015 was also the year I took off on a series of very long backpacking trips. Most involved lugging a not-very-light unicycle around. Obviously I didn’t get the memo.
A bit of history – over the last decade or so, I’ve developed a bit of wanderlust where I irrationally lug big objects (e.g. unicycle, snowboard, boyfriend) all around the world. “Yippee-i-ay,” I thought when I went off in 2015. “With all this time and no job, I’m totally going to spend my days writing, y’all!”
That never happened.
In between selfie time where troglodytes transform into the most outgoing #influencers and this one guy who hounded me for 2 days to proclaim that I am wrong about how my credit card works in my country because he’s read a Travel Blog, I lost interest in chronicling my journeys. Recently I’ve been cleaning out my phone archives and some forgotten stories resurfaced. I think I’d like to log these stories and maybe my stream of consciousness for my future self. In case infomercials are right and my non-organic, trans-fat-preservatives-and-salt-laden diet does lead to senility at age 40.
I sure hope those other infomercials about how certain internet habits make you blind aren’t true.