Who I Am

Right now, I’m staring out the window of an apartment in Paris that I have rented for the month (April 2014). It’s cloudy, but bright, and there is some form of a willow tree whose branches are floating and pulling upon the breeze. Lest I forget where I am, the tall vertical windows of other apartments remind me, with their scrolling black ironwork coyly holding potted plants high off the ground. Sirens wail and whine in the distance, but it is quiet other than that, and I am reminded of the poem “Strawberries” by Edwin Morgan, though it is not about this city.

A few months ago, I was offered the chance to write a blog for someone else, a travel company that focused on adventures for women. In the end, for various reasons, I decided not to take that opportunity. I made a promise to myself, though, that I would instead start a blog of my own. I’m not sure that I have a ton to add to the many words that are thrown into the wilds of the Internet each day, but a promise is a promise, and so here I am.

Connected to that idea of traveling is the recent realization that I’ve moved at least 18 times in the last 15 years. Some years were more transient than others, some more steady. I have an idea that I am headed towards increased permanence fairly soon, though I’m not sure where that instinct is coming from. Wherever I land, though, I hope to always make travel an important part of my life. Whether it takes me to new cultures or simply across my hometown, I believe that travel anywhere offers the chance to discover tiny bits of truth, scattered about like golden remnants of the world’s largest Easter egg hunt, hidden just well enough. I wander in part because of this.

Coupled with that, I am unshakably an introvert, someone who is refreshed by time alone or with the people I love most in the world. I am in no way a hermit; I love people, and believe that my life is made so much richer by listening to, learning from, and sharing with others. In fact, you’ll often find me eavesdropping on conversations between strangers (just kidding; I am very sly and never get caught!).

I’ve been told that I’m too serious, but I don’t think of myself that way at all. I love this life, and I delight in it; I’m amazed by people, places, weather, adventures, dreams, food, my bright purple running shoes, the fact that the washer in this apartment is also a dryer, the places that I have yet to discover and those that I visit all the time. I’m insatiably curious about people, and try to listen closely to the stories that each one of us can tell.

I feel lucky to be alive every single day, even though I am often confused and saddened by the world. The older I get, the more I understand that I truly know very few things, and that there is freedom in that knowledge.  I intend for this blog to be a place where I share some ideas on what it means, for me, to be who I am. Within that, please know I aim to create a spirit of (and for) authenticity, never authority.

Thank you for reading.



17 replies »

  1. Hi Anna. You sat next to me before your flight in Baltimore this way. Almost took off my headphones for a chat but guess missed the chance. Love to travel too. Was a bit tired from driving from West Virginia. Waiting for
    Flight to Dallas. Well hope one day you make air all the way to Southern Africa. We are very hospitable and friendly people. You will surely enjoy your stay.

  2. Love this! And I feel like I kind of fall into the introvert but not a hermit description as well (although there are some days I would gladly burrow myself under some sheets with a book and my dogs). How did one such as yourself come up on an opportunity to write for a travel blog? That sounds like it would have been an amazing adventure. Looking forward to reading through more of your posts.

    • Thanks so much for your kind words! (I often feel the same way about books and dogs.) As far as the travel blog goes, I just reached out, blindly, and started asking questions. 🙂

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