Writing from Home
21.05.2013 71 °F
These last few months I haven't been the most diligent travel-blogger.
Writing from abroad has always posed a difficult decision - do I live in the moment or do I reflect through writing? These last few months I've chosen to do former, roaming through the city of Buenos Aires, brieing in the township of Zwelethemba, and climbing mountains in Cape Town. It was brilliant, but I want to get down what I saw, what I lived these last few months before it gets lost in the fog of memory. So for the next week I'll be posted up at home at my desk writing away.
These last few months have changed me. I'm still processing. It's my hope that in writing, I can inform others of my travels, preserve those impression, and process my experience. What was once a gesture for others has become an important part of my journey, and I want to finish it.
I look to that old bastard Hemingway for inspiration. In his travels through Europe Hemingway once wrote: "There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit at the typewriter and bleed." So here's to the hemorrhaging that is to come.