So if you’re a regular reader of this blog – you’d know I’ve been slacking with my uploads recently. I used to upload twice a week without fail, but now it’s become once a week and occasionally every other week. The question is – why? Well, #1, I got busy at a point, fell off the wagon then, and really struggled to get back up. #2 – I actually haven’t had much to say. I know – this is a poor excuse for a blogger. I usually have a constant inflow of ideas that come to me for blog posts I want to write about and typically I jot them down in my notes – but recently whenever I go and look at this list of things I want to write about hidden in my notes – everything just seems way too dry. I started writing up one of the ideas today before I decided that actually – I just didn’t feel like it. #3, well, I think the entire world of blogging is currently as fatigued as I am. A lot of my favourite bloggers are either not blogging anymore or blogging once in a blue moon, the attention has shifted to Instagram (even for myself), and I guess I felt sort of a – “meh, why do I ever care?” Regardless, the truth is that that I’m a writer at heart, and there definitely are still bloggers out there putting out engaging content – I do think there still is demand for good, entertaining pieces. Of course, the landscape has changed… but maybe that’s a blog for another day. Today – I wanted to keep things very light hearted. No think pieces – I’m too tired for that. No overthinking – I don’t have it in me for that today. Just a very first world problems piece… ladies, let’s talk about Instagram – the realities vs. what you see.
While new borns these days are taking on Bali and the Maldives – I didn’t experience the same “luxury” growing up. Actually, my first time out of the country was when I was 8, where I flew across the Atlantic with my family to visit my cousins in the states. My parents always had a very “go hard or go home” attitude to travel – it was that one big bawlah holiday, once a summer, 1 week or more – and more often than not, it was somewhere in the states. Actually, til this day, one of my favourite holidays was when I was around 10 (I think) where we flew to Florida, booked out a villa for two weeks, and I got to spend my mornings in the pool, afternoons at Disney World and evenings watching earlier That’s So Raven episodes than any of my friends at home. It wasn’t until I was 18 when I took my first non-parental holiday (the standard pre-uni girls/boys trip), and from then on the one big holiday a year turned into two trips, to three, to completely ad hoc and who-knows-when last minute f*ck it trips. As we’ve seen a rise in the “coolness” of being well travelled and discovering other cultures with travel blogging spear-heading the movement, I’ve learned that travelling (and this taking a much deserved break) doesn’t always have to totally break the bank. So – here’s a little guide – how to be well traveled without completely emptying your pocket.