Hello... My name is M and I'm a travel-holic...
They say admitting you have a problem is the first step to curing an addiction, but what happens when you don't want to cure one? It's been exactly 21 days since my last trip and I am planning my next one and no I am not ashamed!!!
While fighting with google map, I had come up with an awesome idea! - I had realized that I am a genius when it comes to planning trips and should share it with the rest of the world. Sure, I might be the only person to read it and possibly few of my closest friends & family since I will be forcing them to do so, but at least it will give me a much needed break from currently deciding between a beg bug infested hotel and one that's located slightly further from Beagle Street.
For those of you who are a bit confused, Beagle Street is the most famous street in Memphis (yep, I googled it and much like you until I began planning my trip down south, I had no idea).
You have to forgive me and please understand that I had never had any experience with blogging, but I can assure you I have had my share of travels...
I think combining my 3 true loves in this tiny white box in front of me is pretty much as insane as my next 8 day trip but you never know right?!
Before I run off to dinner, I guess I should tell you more about these so-called loves of mine: Being a journalism major, has somehow convinced me that my writing skills are superb and I had spent the last 3 (or is it 4) years of my post-college life trying to find topics to write about. I had tried fiction, diary, erotic and now had finally arrived at travel. My second hobby which should probably be my first is traveling or should I rather say exploring. There is just some unexplained feeling I get from being somewhere for the first time, discovering a sign that has been there for decades, driving down a road with abandoned houses on the side. That feeling of stepping out of a car where you can hear Brittney Spears, Guns N Roses and Lady Gaga playing and having your foot hit the ground which is surrounded by silence is what I live for when I am not snapping pictures, which brings me to the last of this trilogy and that's photography.
Ok, gotta go, my first reader awaits outside with ideas for dinner while I prepare to stare into her puzzeled face as she reads this.
They say admitting you have a problem is the first step to curing an addiction, but what happens when you don't want to cure one? It's been exactly 21 days since my last trip and I am planning my next one and no I am not ashamed!!!
While fighting with google map, I had come up with an awesome idea! - I had realized that I am a genius when it comes to planning trips and should share it with the rest of the world. Sure, I might be the only person to read it and possibly few of my closest friends & family since I will be forcing them to do so, but at least it will give me a much needed break from currently deciding between a beg bug infested hotel and one that's located slightly further from Beagle Street.
For those of you who are a bit confused, Beagle Street is the most famous street in Memphis (yep, I googled it and much like you until I began planning my trip down south, I had no idea).
You have to forgive me and please understand that I had never had any experience with blogging, but I can assure you I have had my share of travels...
I think combining my 3 true loves in this tiny white box in front of me is pretty much as insane as my next 8 day trip but you never know right?!
Before I run off to dinner, I guess I should tell you more about these so-called loves of mine: Being a journalism major, has somehow convinced me that my writing skills are superb and I had spent the last 3 (or is it 4) years of my post-college life trying to find topics to write about. I had tried fiction, diary, erotic and now had finally arrived at travel. My second hobby which should probably be my first is traveling or should I rather say exploring. There is just some unexplained feeling I get from being somewhere for the first time, discovering a sign that has been there for decades, driving down a road with abandoned houses on the side. That feeling of stepping out of a car where you can hear Brittney Spears, Guns N Roses and Lady Gaga playing and having your foot hit the ground which is surrounded by silence is what I live for when I am not snapping pictures, which brings me to the last of this trilogy and that's photography.
Ok, gotta go, my first reader awaits outside with ideas for dinner while I prepare to stare into her puzzeled face as she reads this.
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