doing my blog thing
I enjoy writing daily here and starting the mornings with the room dark and the daily journal getting whatever words come their way. Today I decided I had to leave the house. Some days there things just don’t feel right. I feel like I need a basic reboot. I had watched some expat vlogs on YouTube early on. Mostly out of curiosity rather than finding some compelling statement on why a person did a thing. Or not. There are so many of these daily life vlogs out there and YouTube makes sure I know of more. So sometimes I taste one or two.
What I’ve come away with is there are as many bad stories and warnings as good stories. And there are the middle ground ones where a person does their lessons learned. I just listen in. And I write a few things as they go.
So the blog thing for me has meant always writing as I see fit. Finding the place I want to start. Often it’s the day before I decide to bearblog it. I guess that’s a real thing. Since I’m on bearblog now it seems fitting. Writing has always been this measurement for me. How this or that thing felt. How it fit inside my skin. What I saw with it. It’s been more of day to day life now. There’s no reason. I just live that way. I don’t really have goals or responsibilities here. Writing becomes a manifesto of sorts to let me hold sometimes a ruler up to what I see. Measure my life here to what others do. There’s no comparison. And there should not be. We each find a path. What some person did in Thailand and how he lost this house compared to a vlogger here wanting a simple life all trickle in.
And I write. I blog. I journal. I also go to coffee shops like this mornings foray to downtown to simply clear the registers. To find another statement on life here.
It’s this beautiful morning but often I feel unfulfilled. Like tossing and turning and feeling this inner desire for something. Then I know I must walk somewhere else. Must taste the morning here from a different vantage.
Coffee and blogging. Then wanting to simply show a photo not at all representative of the current thing. So here you go.
Not here but there. There in Taipei in 2019. A year spent making no lasting connections and three months spent idling around a beautiful island. Then I wrote day to day too. There were many city streets I wandered. Taipei is a wanderer and walkers dream.
I could see a little. See a lot. Find a quiet neighborhood playground or a small coffee shop that welcomed.
From Taiwan then to now. Imminent connections. Little lifelines that link me. From there I went to Manila but could not last there so I flew to Malaysia for Christmas and spent two weeks. Then back to Saigon and back to America.
All of this seems captured this morning in noi cafe downtown. Bright morning and solitude. Time away from a house I need to be away from.
And I write the feelings. See the lines. Feel the desire.