Meg in Transit

3 May 2023

Hi, hello, I’m really doing this. I do not feel great about the domain name, so, already off to a promising start.

From an early age, I wanted to be a journaling “Dear Diary” type of person. I spent countless hours reading novels in journal format, particularly historical fiction for teens. I would daydream about what my own journal entries would look like, fantasizing about someone finding this precious book in a dusty trunk in an attic somewhere and deciding it is a brilliant piece of literature that must be shared with the world. The problem was, I could never commit. I’d start writing, and then find that my thoughts and feelings took far too long to write down, so I’d get lost in the idea of writing and eventually give up.

In those aspirational moments where I’d think, “I AM a ‘Dear Diary’ person,” I truly believed I had a story worth telling, that my experience, for example, of third grade recess, was incredibly unique and insightful and riveting. Today, at a vague 21 to 30-something years old, I wish I had continued to write down my thoughts on those seemingly mundane daily events. Bits and pieces of those memories still exist in the long-abandoned but still treasured (in my childhood bedroom closet) journals and diaries of my youth. Maybe when I return, I’ll share some of those entries. But- wait, hold on, in typical ~me~ fashion, I am getting ahead of myself and abandoning my current project. For example, right now, I am supposed to be going through boxes to sort things to sell, donate, or toss prior to departing- yet, here I am typing this post.

So. This is a travel blog. Or something. I haven’t quite figured it out yet. I am two weeks and one day away from getting on a plane to Dublin, Ireland, and beginning my summer abroad. I might dive into the many reasons why I decided to make this trip happen in a later post, but for now, let me attempt to explain to you, dear reader, what I am doing here. I always wanted to do that. Address the reader. Bring them (you) into my narrative. Anyway, as a creative-type, I find myself consistently in need of an outlet. As an extroverted introvert, I often live in a world in my own head where I daydream and fantasize about my every day moments (see above, re: third grade) and idealize most interactions and experiences… more on that later as well.

All of this is to say, I will probably be an unreliable narrator. I may read too far into exchanges or exaggerate events. I may get to ~abroad~ and abandon this project altogether. I make no promises, but if you made it this far, I thank you for your time and, hopefully, support in this endeavor. So, with a bit of every day magic and a flair for the dramatic, I invite you to come on this adventure with me.

Let’s see what happens, shall we?