A Traveling Crescendo

So, this is embarrassing. Truly. For you see, having recently spent a month traveling around Northern Europe, I have been horribly, inexcusably and detrimentally amiss at updating you on these travels. For what reason this, I’m still not entirely sure.

Here are a few theories:

1. My Severus Snape-like creative writing professor (though I would venture to say that’s too flattering a comparison) has seriously damaged my writing mojo with comments that would make any decent writer second guess their ability to create even a simple sentence structure. Though, it wouldn’t be fair to really blame it on a 2nd party…

2….it’s more likely emanating from me, myself and I. It could be that after having to write 11 essays in one week for finals, taking a break from the writing realm of things was long due. This just happened to be a rather lengthy pause.

3. Being an only child, I tend to have rather selfish tendencies (fact) and wish to keep all these experiences I’ve had whilst voyaging through some pretty magnificent countries all to my lonely self. Because, of course, I am the only person who has ever visited the vast, barren wastelands of Sweden, Scotland and Ireland. Trust me they are terrible places, simply awful. Best advised to stay away. HaHA! More for meeeee!

4. Having been in America for a few weeks now, I am horribly distressed that my travels have gone so fast. The deep, nauseating homesickness that I feel for Europe has prevented me from writing anything that would remind me of its near perfection for fear that I would collapse in a miserable heap of self-pity. (Hey at least, I’m honest.)

5. The places and experiences that I have had even within the past 5 months have been positively inexplicable. No writer, not Keats or Shelly, or even Shakespeare could hope to capture what I’ve experienced lately. Whislt these nations are everything a poem, a word, a novel, a history book or a travel magazine has ever described. They transcend the imagination and sensory perception. They magnify the fact that the people, animals, and places of this world are so magnificently structured that they elude any word, phrase or paragraph ever attempted. I can only do what most writers life spend their lives ceaselessly laboring over, to make the exquisite nature of reality unseen, and unexperienced by the masses, tangible. 

That being said, the episodes of writing that may, or may not (sincerely hoping for the former) follow this post will not even begin to cover it all.

But then, I think that is the nature of writing, if only to tease the senses.

Dearest audience, whoever the heck you may be, here is my message to you:

If you have any inclination or even if you don’t, travel, experience and live your life with childish enthusiasm. It doesn’t matter if you are young or old, if you have work or if you don’t have enough money. If there is a will, there is a way.

Put your textbooks and your novels away, folks. The real classroom is the world.