"Tell me, what is it that you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" -Mary Oliver
It is no secret that my life has changed over the last 2 years.
I've struggled with how to proceed with this little blog and social media presence.
A little because I didn't care for the idea of having my life chopped up and served to the Social Media Court of Public Opinion on whether or not I cowered in my basement long enough with my vats of hand sanitizer over the last 2 years to be deemed "scientific"... a lot because adjusting to new normals is hard. It involves a very special kind of pain and grief. The sort of grief that is shared with good friends who don't need you to explain yourself. They get the nuance, they give you the benefit of the doubt and pour you another glass of rose.
And so I have stayed more or less quiet on these various mediums over the last few years... grieving, healing, finding my way forward.
Anyway, I'm not the same person I was 2 years ago. She was cute and darling and lived by the beach. She wrote about her little adventures to London and Paris. She had a podcast and was a staff writer for an online travel magazine. It was fun while it lasted.
But then everything changed. She didn't want it to change. Oh, hell, no. But change it did.
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Now I wear pencils skirts and pay for my children's private school. I'm a little more careworn and tired. Even still, there are things I want to share. Because while my life has gotten a little more wild, it also has gotten far more precious- and I want to tell you about it. All of it.
There is so much I want to share. So much that spreads beyond the umbrella of "Family Travel".
The truth is you don't need me. Family travel is so ubiquitous now. Everyone knows you can take a baby to Athens, toddlers can roam around Iceland, and nobody needs to know my "tips and tricks" anymore. There are plenty of lovely cute new moms out there who can pave the way with much nicer filters, I'm sure.
I will still document our family's adventures. Of course. You just won't hear about my "Top 10 Favorite Travel Water Bottles". (Who are we kidding, I would never write about that!)
There are new stories I want to tell: About helping Afghan refugees, becoming a working mom, getting senators involved with my passport, passing the RHS exam, re-entering healthcare after I had run away from it- screaming 20 years ago, working in Dominican Refugee Camps, swimming among vast schools of fish in the Caribbean, weekly meal plans, guzzling burrata in Paris, topographical surveys and on it goes... I have borne witness to miracles, mundane, and wonders... I can't wait to share them. These experiences have stretched my soul and broken my heart more than any trans-Atlantic flight.
So this blog will begin to shift. So will the Instagram. The podcast will stay the same as it is the only thing in our life that is actually "podcast worthy".
I hope you stick around. If not, I understand.
Onward.
