Monday, June 6, 2011

The Beginning

So after a couple months of pondering whether I actually want to pursue this blogging thing I have decided this: I do want to blog, but only about things worth while to me.  I'm going to try to steer away from controversial things, and things that don't really matter, like petty arguments and opinions that no one really cares about.  Instead of getting famous for witty sayings or wanting to change the world with my posts, I am just going to make it about what is real and what is happening.


Since I have decided to dedicate my life to traveling the world I am going to dedicate this blog to sharing my experiences with anyone who wants to read about this.  Wether it's just my family and close friends, or people who want to travel but don't, or can't, it doesn't really matter to me.  Even if I am the only one to read it, whatever, it clears my brain and I like reflecting on where I've been and what I've seen.


Also, I have decided that international travel is not the only kind of travel there is, and it's not the only kind I am going to write about.  Being from small town in the North East traveling basically anywhere, even to the next state, is a huge cultural change for me and most of my friends.  Yes, I know how to act and what to expect when I go to the city, I am not THAT sheltered from the real world.  But no matter how much I know, or expect to see, there are always things that surprise or fascinate me about the places I go.


For example, i just went to Philly over the weekend and MAN OH MAN is it different there! Not a bad different, I actually really rally liked it, but different none the less.  They use different words, for example: here we always refer to going to places as "going upta," as in "I'm going upta camp," or "I'm going upta school" (even when referring to places in the south, like Boston.)  In PA, though, I noticed that everything is "down:" "I'm going down to the shore," "I'm going down to school," even if the place was north.

The people are really different too, as would be expected.  There are actually people of different ethnicities and cultures there, not like the sea of white that we see here.  I love hearing the different accents, and actually hearing Spanish on the streets and in restaurants everywhere I went.  I'm so strange, whenever I hear people speaking Spanish I nonchalantly just happen to walk everywhere they walk for a few minutes, sneakily listening in on their convo, THAT is how desperate I am for diversity in my life.  Of course, they don't think I can speak Spanish, because quite frankly I don't look like I could, so that's convenient.


When you travel, or simply go to a different part of your own state or country, you get to do things that you don't normally get to do or see in your home town, especially when you come from a small one like mine.  For example, I got to hold a boa (granted, it was a small one) in the streets of Philly, just because I asked the guy who was wearing it like a scarf around his neck if I could.  You won't find that here, it's always too darn cold!! It's amazing the things you see and experience when you travel, even if it's only a few hours away.


I seriously cannot wait until I go abroad though, or go anywhere for that matter.  I used to be super content living here, but recently I have become very bored of this place and I need to begin some new life experiences, start learning and seeing new things. I am bigger than this place, and I need more than what it has to offer at this point in my life.  For now, though, I guess I will just continue to elaborate on the funny little quirks it possesses until something new comes along.



Today, my life is just Shelby.