Oh hey there. My name’s Becke Quillin and I run this travel blog about life and what you can make of it. It’s no secret to those who know me that I’ve made a bit of a mess in my life — I’d say 60% my fault, 30% life itself, and 10% childhood traumas that I’ve squashed beyond recognition. These may or may not have happened. But now I’m determined to turn things around. How?
By running away.
Kidding. Sort of. See, like most, I want to travel, want to learn about new stuff by seeing and doing not just by reading and dreaming. But, again like most, I am broke and stuck in a job I don’t like. Hate’s a strong word though while I’m clocked in, spot on! Right now I feel more melancholy about it than hate-filled. It pays the bills but doesn’t get me anywhere. But recently I had an epiphany.
I have to get me somewhere.
I’m one of those Gen-X females (do NOT call me a millennial) who waited on the family thing so I could do my own thing. I did not expect my own thing to be Netflix and waiting tables. I did finish school (2 degrees I don’t use), went to grad school (three degrees I didn’t complete), and even bought a house. But for someone with an intense case of wanderlust I think that last was the proverbial nail. I felt stuck and it basically made me suck at life. Or at least adult-ing.
This isn’t my manifesto of pity (you can find that here, please don’t read it), I’m just laying it out because I know I’m not the only one who feels this way. I see it on the faces of the patrons I serve every day, hear it in the tremor in the voices in the checkout line, dodge it on the road rage-filled streets. We are unhappy, bored, or simply passively forlorn. And it makes us into miserable human beings.
For me, traveling is a way to combat this and I think it’ll help all of us. (Also, it couldn’t hurt the world economy. Bonus!)
I’m lucky, I have only suitcases and no metaphorical baggage. No kids, no career I can’t leave. I have pets, but I also have parents who will watch them. Or I could board them because it’s okay to do that with fur-babies. I don’t think you can with actual kid-lets. Point is, I’m off to new horizons. And I’m getting back to me. This isn’t about finding out who I am, it’s about remembering who I was. Happy, curious and brave. And barely able to sit still lest I miss the next adventure.
So join me on this new one. I want to find out what happiness means for the lot of us and how to spread it around. All I know is that do that, I gotta get movin’. Baby steps, tiny goals… But always big dreams.
Final note: The name of this blog (though perhaps trademarked or copyrighted and therefore subject to change…) is a reference to a passage in Liz Gilbert’s Eat, Pray, Love, not ironically a book about solo traveling. She describes what the human mind at peace looks like on an EKG: all activity in the brain condenses into a small radiant blue pearl. What I seek is this on a large scale: a blue pearl for this pale blue dot. Or at the least finding my own peace on Earth.
So here I go. Hopefully I’ll find myself not only mentally but geographically far away from where I am now. And somehow back to the free spirited kiddo I never meant leave behind.