Dear Adventurer,
What’s in a story, and whose story is it? I recall this word:
sonder
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows
Right now, I must be one of those passersby in your story. And in this glimpse of a moment where our stories interact, I welcome you to my own view of life. I hope you can find something to inspire you.
My own stories swerve, between joy and melancholy, just as my mood so often does. And while on occasion it has proven challenging to pull myself together and keep my mind in check, I can always count on my curiosity and sense of whimsy to help get me through a rough patch.
This blog came to be during my months of travel in Asia in 2019. I though it might be the place where some of my stories would come to have a home: the fun, the bad, the silly and the sad – as travel and life so often go.
I favor travel by backpack, just the two of us and whatever the road might bring. When traveling, I like to bring up the fact that my studies include Tourism, Geography and Anthropology. Bare with my boasting, there’s a punch-line: I guess this makes me a certified tourist (ba dumm tsss)… Ok, I’m no getting a comedy show on Neflix any time soon, but I do promise to give you legit information.
That being said, off we go, to adventure and beyond!
Yours truly,
Stef
