Why I Started This Blog

Faced by a multitude of topics to blog about, I am quite baffled where to begin today’s post. My mind is running a thousand miles a minute thinking how and where to start, which picture to upload, how to make it more interesting. My friends have been very supportive of my “baby” blog encouraging me to keep the stories coming. For that, I am deeply thankful! I published my very first story on February 4th, “Body Temperatures: In The Land of Fire and Ice” and since then I have only made two other postings. Too few? Too many too soon? I don’t know, I am very new to this. So, today, instead of telling you another travel story, let me go back and write about why I started this all.

For those who know me well, I am not much of a talker (well, except when I’m in the company of my gorgeous friends ~ you know who you are  ~ then I can throw caution to the wind and be as gregarious as I want!). I shy away from unnecessary public speeches. I am quite uncomfortable with small talk specially to strangers. I love meeting new people though and NOT talk about politics or the weather. Parties aren’t really my thing and I hate screaming in a crowd. I would much rather be with my books, my art and my photography. I would much rather spend time in a coffee shop talking to one or two good friends, or be on the beach or on a mountaintop. Let me go to an exotic place and I will be a happy camper! Because I am not a loud person, I tend to express myself in more subtle ways: books, art, photography and travel.

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Sums it all up: books on travel and photography
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My sunflower painting

Since childhood, my brother and I were exposed to traveling by my parents. They both traveled sometimes for work and on summer vacations, we always make it a point to visit our grandparents on both sides in the provinces. We mostly traveled by bus, a non-airconditioned one at that too, and I remember due to the hordes of people trying to get a seat on the bus as there were no reservations, my mom made sure to secure a seat first and then my dad would wait outside beside the bus, hand us over to my mom’s outstretched arms and in through the window! I later learned that they didn’t want us squished with all those people coming in. Of course, that had to stop as we got older and heavier. I remember being on the bus with my dad and he would point out to me everything that we see along the way and I would ask  him too many questions. I remember my first boat and plane ride at the young age of four. My dad made sure that we get to experience that early in life. We didn’t travel to foreign places (with Hongkong being the exception) but we traveled within the country. I took public transportation alone when I was in the 4th grade and flew on an airplane by myself before I reached my twenties. So you see, traveling is in my blood. That was how I became a wanderlust.

Fast forward many years and I am now here in the US working as a nurse. Having to work only three nights a week encouraged me further to explore this great country and even beyond. With my camera in tow, I have always loved to document the experiences, the places and the people I see along the way. Come to think of it, I had my first camera when I was 12! It was a graduation present. Since then, I have a passionate love affair with taking photos.

With the onset of social media, this has greatly helped me find a medium to store and share my stories. But, even that is limited. There is not much room for creativity and expression in Facebook, until a friend mentioned to me a couple of months ago that I should start blogging. Now, I have always loved to write too (remember I’m not a talker). I’m not claiming to be a good writer, typos and grammatical errors here and there, but I’m pretty sure I can write a decent story. I also happen to love reading travel blogs. These people are my inspiration… they wander the world and share their experiences to whoever is interested to read them. Because sometimes I need a creative outlet, I decided to try to start a blog. Hence, “That Traveling Nurse” was born. I don’t know if I will still be blogging next month or even next week. I may get bored or simply just stop altogether. All I know is that I enjoy doing this very much, it may take a chunk of my time from doing household chores and other things, but for now, I am happy. I am happy to share with you too my thoughts, my photos and my experiences, not mindful if a complete stranger is reading this now, either enjoying or disagreeing with it, because that is what makes us all human, the ability to connect and to touch others.

6 thoughts on “Why I Started This Blog

  1. “and I remember due to the hordes of people trying to get a seat on the bus as there was no reservations, my mom made sure to secure a seat first and then my dad would wait outside beside the bus, hand us over to my mom’s outstretched arms and in through the window! I later learned that they didn’t want us squished with all those people coming in. Of course, that had to stop as we got older and heavier.”
    Made me laugh because I have vivid images of this happening back at home as well. Childhood adventures is what I call them.

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  2. I can relate to this Belle, remembering those days, lol. I can’t imagine doing it with my boys now, I would probably be like your mom secure the seat and have Jun toss the boys I’m quicker…

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    1. Yes, this was in Tabuelan going North. Every Holy Week or All Saints Day we would visit the grandparents and other relatives and people were just pushing and shoving to get into buses. It’s every man for himself there! Good memories… And I can definitely see you pushing people aside to get a seat first for your family! 😛

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