I’ve been cleaning up my blog categories and doing so has sent me on a long nostalgic trip.
And I mean the three-week, going abroad kind, where it is more of a journey than a plant yourself on the beach and sleep until it’s time to go home.
Revisiting Saint Thomas, where we went on our honeymoon, ten years later
I’ve revisited Maui and Oahu through my blog*. Seen happy days with my siblings. Gone to Rome and back. Reminisced about getting our first dog. Cruised the Caribbean. Recalled my naiveté when I began learning Italian**.
*And realized I hardly chronicled Jon’s 30th birthday trip there.
In Maui to celebrate Jon!
**Expectation: I’ll have it mastered in 10 lessons. Reality: Six years in and I’m still learning
Everyone should keep a blog, I think.
Not with the goal of money or fame, but with the sole purpose of giving longevity to one’s memories.
Why not just keep a personal journal, you ask? There’s just something different about blogging. It’s pressing into limited, edited words and pictures a moment in time.
Possibly my favorite picture from my time in Italy–complete opposites, side by side
I kind of wish I’d been blogging my entire life. That I could go back to Day 1 at college or my last day teaching and glimpse the me of then. To call back the mentality, the process, the everything that surrounded that moment in time.
There are tomes of people’s written memories, but I often worry that today they are being replaced by splashy images with quirky captions instead of heart felt deep confessions of the real world.
The day we brought Stitch home, he still refuses to stay in the back
Therefore, this post is two parts: 1.) A heads up—and apology, perhaps—for the detailed posts I intend to write and 2.) An encouragement to you, yes YOU, to record—whether hidden in a personal journal or out in the open in blog form—your life.
I’ve never regretted being able to revisit and remember the past, even the bittersweet moments.
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