We all have stories we tell ourselves since time immemorial; narratives we repeat to ourselves throughout our lives until they form part of our philosophy and become the ultimate driving force of our rationale.
By the time this blog post is up, I would probably be somewhere up North, backpacking my way through town after town, roaming recklessly like the eternal wanderer that I am, talking to people and asking for directions because your girl is forever clueless at navigation, getting to know strangers like I have never done so in life, meeting locals as if they are family (because, at least for now, they are), and finally circling my way around the northern coast of the archipelago — in search of nothing, in praise of everything.
So September is about to come to a close, just like that. But I am going to leave this post here anyway as a form of remembrance for the closing month and for all the things that it will take away with it.
Thank you, September. You have been gentle and kind.
It’s Sunday and I have plenty of time on my hands so I figure I am going to post a blog award today. Honestly, I miss writing these kinds of posts and I miss spending time with people in this blogging community. And since I have some free time today, I’m gonna catch up on these blog awards. Thanks soobxblog for the nomination even though I am months behind haha. Continue reading “The Inspirational Blogger Award”
I know myself too well and I know for certain that when someone asks me to go out of town, I would be quick to run for the nearest exit before I could even say no. Continue reading “Under Northern Skies”