It’s easy understand what has kept me from writing again. Looking at this blog, you may think, “What writing is she talking about?” Well, I used to run my own travel and video blog. Check out my old works here.
It was created when I was a traveling artist, driving a Ford Escape around the country, stopping briefly at “home” only to head to Asia after a moment with my Mom and friends. After I was in Asia, I did a brief tour in the North East with the goal of landing in Philadelphia for a permanent stay. That’s exactly what kept me from writing after traveling, well, kinda. If you want to know more, keep reading.
Since I’ve moved here, I’ve lived with a family whom had domestic issues, a non-biological older sister, and three crazy artists (whom I still live with and love). I’ve busked, gogo-ed, performed, and taught, although the majority of jobs I’ve held have made my soul ache. Oh yeah, and I went back to school. Clearly, this is why I believe I stopped writing. In all of that time reading and writing for school, I was never reading and writing for myself (at least not on a personal level). So here I am now, one degree hotter, attempting to write for the love and pain of sharing myself with the world. Please don’t mind the rigid wording, it’s what research papers to do you.
Be back next week and reporting from London.