Three years of writing, creating, laughing, thinking, eating, adventuring, learning, and friendship-finding-delighting.
Exactly three years ago, I created this blog with the aim of documenting my first big solo overseas trip. Today, I find myself once more miles and hours and kilometres and hundreds and thousands of moments away from my old life in Australia, and I’ve realised one simple fact:
I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for this blog and for all of you, out there, reading.
I mean this in a great many ways. Quite literally, I would not be sitting here on Lisa’s red couch in Toronto had I not started my blog, for without it I would never have met such a wonderful soulfriend, and would perhaps not have had the lightbulb moment, way back in that hazygrey February mist of career/break-up/life-panic stress, of wait hang on a second Canada exists and it has maple syrup and it has Lisafriend and I could maybe live there I really maybe could maybe live there, right now soon.
In fact, almost every part of these past four months of travelling could not have happened, would not have happened, without the blog. I wouldn’t have shaped my trip around visiting Amber, Hannah, Gena, Heathy, Ricki, and Laura, because we couldn’t have built deeptrue friendships without first encountering each other’s blogs. Heck, I wouldn’t even have been in Cedar City, because the friendship that took me there began with a blog review I wrote of a certain musical production back in 2009. Without this blog, I doubt I’d be overseas right now at all.
I cannot comprehend a life that doesn’t encompass within it these glorious people, or the other incandescent friends I’ve made through blogging.
However, it is not only the people I’ve met face-to-face who have changed my life for the better. Everyone who stops by, including you who chat in the comments, you who look on silently, and you who simply skim to the recipes or chocolate reviews (hey, we all do it sometimes; the world is a busy place), each of you have given me strength and joy and support in ways I can’t even vocalise.
You’ve been there to help when I’ve stumbled and struggled, to convince me I’m doing the right thing when I’ve made big announcements, and to tolerate my hyperbolic descriptions of delicious devourable desserts, my obsession with raw vegan balls of sweetness, and my quest to Eat All The Chocolate.
In short, you’ve helped me rekindle my love of writing, of language, of poetry, of recipes, of the world, of laughter and, most importantly, of living and being, of reallytruly living.