Why I dont write anymore.

Another year has passed, and this blog is getting quieter and quieter. I haven’t been writing a lot. At least you might think. But behind the scenes, speaking of IN MY LIFE, I was writing a lot of stories. I lived, in a way that I never thought I would live. And I am gonna tell you a secret.

Here I am. Sitting down, feeling a little bit guilty that I´ve neglected you. My Blog. The reason I went home when I was still working (more than) full-time. Because I wanted to write. My little self-project that I opened up to the world. And now, 2,5 years later, I have stopped filling the empty pages. I stopped posting new articles. And now it is time. I have to tell you, that this blog will change. Because I learned about myself. And I figured out: I am not the classical travel blogger. Traveling for 1,5 years in a row, I have changed. A lot. And I thought, I don´t wanna give you advice. I don´t wanna tell you “whats best for you”.

Because I believe that everyone has got to find his own way.

Nevertheless, I will give you my impressions of the places I´ve been to. But the stories will change. I have never been the one to give advice where to eat and where to sleep, because if I like it somewhere, then I´ll come back there. And if I make friends, I go and visit them. I don’t follow the trends on where to travel. Sometimes I won’t even look at the season and end up in the rain. But who cares? It was fun after all! I just wanna do, what feels right in this moment.

I am not the one who will sleep in 5 hostels or even hotels within in a week in the same village, just to give you a heads up where the mattresses are most comfy. I am the one who crashes couches. The one who visits friends and helps out in exchange for accommodation.

I am not the one who will eat out every brunch, lunch, and dinner to show you the fanciest food. I am the one who cuts a pineapple, drinks a coconut and lays in the hammock while chatting with friends after a surf.

I am not the one who will travel a whole country within two weeks. Rushing through and doing it all. Checking off my Bucketlist. This is not who I am. I am the one who gets lost and changes her plans. I am the one who makes friends and is heartbroken when we cannot share the same path and move on in different directions.

And so I lived. I lived to the fullest and had the best time of my life.

And I am sure, that there is more for me to come. Now it is time to figure out where the next step will take me. I am back home in good old Vienna at the moment. I am working on a beautiful Christmas Market and meeting my beloved old friend, that some of them I´ve known over 10 years. I am doing Yoga and I try to find out where my heart wanna go, so I can follow along.

This is why I haven’t been writing here. But, and this is the secret that I´ve been hiding, I´ve been writing a book. Or, I am still working on it. So don´t get too excited, because this will take a while.

Writing this post I realized how much I missed blogging, and I hope that I will find more time for it. Again. And I also hope that you understand the way I feel. I am looking forward to reading your messages, hear your feedback and chat about your experiences. I wanna hear how traveling has changed YOU. I wanna read your stories and discuss feelings.

What is your story?

So don´t be afraid to leave me a message. Because whenever someone tells me: “I´ve never seen you happier” or “It is so impressive that you´ve done what a lot of people only speak about but never dare” it makes me so happy because I wanna inspire others to travel.