I would like to say that for as far back as I can remember, I have wanted to travel, that it’s always been in my blood; however, that couldn’t be further from the truth. When I first got out of college, I’d barely even left the state I was born in except with the safety of my parents, and when I took a job in New York City (scary enough for me) and they told me to hop a plane for a business meeting in Boston, I almost passed out. I didn’t even know how to hail a cab, let alone take a plane somewhere by myself. I was the epitome of the sheltered American child. But after a year of business travel under my belt, I decided to plan a trip to Europe in early 2008. That changed everything. I learned there was a whole amazing world out there to explore that could never be conquered in one lifetime, and instead of trying to see as much as was humanly possible of it, I’d been spending my life hiding from it. The cultural differences I had feared so much became intriguing to me. I began to immerse myself in the sights and people and history of my destinations. Soon interest in one place turned into interest another and another… I have traveled all over Europe during the past few years. I love planning out my trips and researching each destination, but I’ve found that even after all the planning in the world, the unexpected things are usually the most memorable.
With the above in mind, for as far back as I can remember, I have always wanted to be a writer. I wanted to write novels and poems and short stories; from the age of 6, I eagerly soaked up books as if they were water in the Sahara. In college, I studied English as one of my majors, but with a more “practical” destination in mind: law school. I did end up accepted to my first choice, but passed it up for a more lucrative job on Wall Street–not exactly the writing career I had envisioned as a kid, but the money was good. After a few years, however, my husband’s job was being relocated, and I left that for a position with the Department of Defense–the farthest you can get from a writing career (unless you count data entry into a spreadsheet as writing). So for the past year or two, I have been mulling over the idea of trying to meld my old passion and my new one into a hobby and maybe someday a career: travel writing.
I have had so many ideas stored up for articles but just couldn’t find the courage or motivation to attempt writing them. While recently reading a travel article in an online publication, though, something about it struck a chord with me: It was an article written by a traveler like me with no major writing experience. The author just wrote about what they knew and made it something entertaining that I enjoyed reading. Suddenly I had the inspiration I had been searching so long to find. Over time, I hope to add stories, advice, reviews, and so much more, so keep checking back!
by Meghan Perkins