I remember very clearly the reasons why I started travel blogging. It was a way for me to indulge in writing at a time when, despite having several ideas buzzing in my head, I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to write a full length novel. I found satisfaction in the short bursts of focus and clarity needed to deliver a blog post, and I was grateful for that, because writing has always had a therapeutic role in my life.
It was also a time when my day job did not involve living and breathing travel, and I spent most of my time in classrooms teaching people from around the globe and longing to visit the countries they came from.
Now, so many things have changed. Being a travel agent means that I have a bit too much travel thoughts in my life to get the same buzz I used to from travel writing. Having decided a while ago to keep my blog clean and, with respect to my readers, remove any form of advertising, The Art of Slow Travel seized to be the project I set out for it to be at the beginning. It was no longer a business idea. It became something else entirely.
And then I finally found it. The peace of mind to sit down and type away, a thousand words after a thousand words, until an idea became a novel and that novel became a series. Suddenly, I was struggling to find a place or reason for travel writing in my life.
But life is not black and white, and there is a place for everything, as long as one can re-adjust and re-define the purpose of things deemed no longer wanted.
So The Art of Slow Travel will be a bit different, in the same way that I am now different. It has too many beautiful memories, too many once-in-a-lifetime thoughts for me to press the ‘delete’ button and wipe it all out. Somehow it will survive, and stories and images will be shared because it’s a pleasure sharing them with you beautiful fellow travellers and readers.
P.S. I fished out these two photos from my ‘memory’ album. They were taken by a dear Korean friend of mine when we were both back in Malta, and life was different. They represent how I feel in my head right now. I feel as happy as if I had my feet in the cool waters of the bay I grew up swimming in.
-Text and Photography by Denise Pulis@www.theartofslowtravel.com. All rights reserved.