Travel blogging is a dream.
It's an escape form reality.
It's the immortalization of those fleeting moments that encompass the 1% of our waking hours worth immortalizing.
I don't travel year round.
I'm not always in Dubai, or Taipei, or Helsinki.
In fact, I'm never there.
Most of the time I'm in Portand, Oregon. And most of the time I'm not doing things worth blogging about.
Or am I?
This is a reality check.
This is how I really spend my time, when I'm not traveling, and not writing about traveling.
Like most people on earth I have to work for a living, and I do (well - did until I quit my job), from 9:00 am-6:00 pm every weekday. In the evenings I exercise (sometimes), cook Indian food for dinner, and do a bit of writing before bed.
On the weekends I have my routine, and I adhere to it steadfastly.
Now that I am about to leave sweet, sweet Portland, I wanted to capture the moments from my last summer in this city.
I have recently become very interested in how people knowingly or unknowingly spend their free time. This always changes, depending on the point we are at in our lives.
These mundane routines can say as much about ourselves as our wildest adventures, in fact, they can say a lot more.
When one of my friend's was preparing to move to Beijing, she took a Chinese class at 8:00 am every morning. She spent her mornings walking to the grocery store, picking up one piece of fruit, and eating it on the way to class.
When another friend was in college, she go to Starbucks every morning, order a grande soy chai, and eating a pumpkin score while studying her anatomy textbook.
As for me, here is a scene from my mornings in Portland:
Sitting in a papasan chair, on the balcony of my second floor apartment, eating a Higher Taste Breakfast Burrito, with homemade salsa (tomatoes, onions, cilantro, jalapenos, salt), and drinking a Yerba Mate Pomegranate tea. I'm always reading a book, and right now, that happens to be Anna Karenina.
It's an escape form reality.
It's the immortalization of those fleeting moments that encompass the 1% of our waking hours worth immortalizing.
I don't travel year round.
I'm not always in Dubai, or Taipei, or Helsinki.
In fact, I'm never there.
Most of the time I'm in Portand, Oregon. And most of the time I'm not doing things worth blogging about.
Or am I?
This is a reality check.
This is how I really spend my time, when I'm not traveling, and not writing about traveling.
Like most people on earth I have to work for a living, and I do (well - did until I quit my job), from 9:00 am-6:00 pm every weekday. In the evenings I exercise (sometimes), cook Indian food for dinner, and do a bit of writing before bed.
On the weekends I have my routine, and I adhere to it steadfastly.
Now that I am about to leave sweet, sweet Portland, I wanted to capture the moments from my last summer in this city.
I have recently become very interested in how people knowingly or unknowingly spend their free time. This always changes, depending on the point we are at in our lives.
These mundane routines can say as much about ourselves as our wildest adventures, in fact, they can say a lot more.
When one of my friend's was preparing to move to Beijing, she took a Chinese class at 8:00 am every morning. She spent her mornings walking to the grocery store, picking up one piece of fruit, and eating it on the way to class.
When another friend was in college, she go to Starbucks every morning, order a grande soy chai, and eating a pumpkin score while studying her anatomy textbook.
As for me, here is a scene from my mornings in Portland:
Sitting in a papasan chair, on the balcony of my second floor apartment, eating a Higher Taste Breakfast Burrito, with homemade salsa (tomatoes, onions, cilantro, jalapenos, salt), and drinking a Yerba Mate Pomegranate tea. I'm always reading a book, and right now, that happens to be Anna Karenina.
If you're the type to notice details, you cal tell by the shadows that these photos weren't exactly taken at dawn. Yep, since I quit my job, my mornings begin at 11:00 am~!
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