Why This Blog? What Am I Looking For?

If you and I had a “who has a better boss” contest, I’d totally kick your ass.  Because my boss is the best.  Also I love my job.  That’s all I’m going to say about that because I keep that part of my life way, way separate from this blog.  My boss sometimes reads my blog but mostly not and it’s doubtful he’ll ever see this, so it’s not like I’m trying to get a raise or promotion because I’m actually quite content.

Anyway, in spite of being a fantastic boss, he can be hilariously wrong about first impressions.  When we first met, he told me I was probably the type of person who dots their i’s with a heart.  I reeled back.  Whoa whoa WHOA.  Anyone who knows me even a little bit wouldn’t assume that.  The truth is, I’m often quite the asshole.  (Also my handscrawling is far too atrocious to accommodate tiny hearts.)  BUT I’ve been consistently told by people who barely know me, that I’m really sweet.  That’s how I know that they don’t know me at all.  They can think I’m a good person to know, I certainly enjoy extending mutual support either professionally or through intelligent acquaintanceship, BUT I’m not actually a “sweet” person.  There are plenty of people who will back me up on this.  Including my beloved husband Andrew.

red dress

Just me being myself. Inspired by Poster making by the Royal Art Lodge.

A mild example of this: if I’m just not feeling it, I’ll have no problem walking away from someone who’s attempting to talk to me.  When Andrew first saw me demonstrate this characteristic, he was shocked that he had fallen for a woman who could be such a jerk to people.  (I had breezed by a friendly approaching perfume salesperson with nary a word nor a nod.)  So, it’s not like I’m tripping people or anything.  I’m just ignoring them.  Which is perhaps worse, because my behaviour demonstrates a lack of care and attention.

This is ironic.  I’m writing a blog!  Don’t bloggers want attention?  Or why am I doing this anyway?  And why blog about travel?

Well… I’m not going to do a makeup tutorial because I’m kind of an idiot about that kind of thing.  I’m not going to blog about my love of sewing because I actually kind of hate it.  And I most certainly am not going to blog about fitness because while I’m super-interested in comfortably flying economy, all I really do is show up at aerobics and obey the chiseled instructor.  I guess my method of travel is along this same vein.  I’m not an expert.  I don’t do this full-time, and I don’t aspire to.  Andrew makes the plans, and I’m his companion.

So what, what, WHAT could I possibly offer the travel blogging world?

Beats the hell out of me.  Nothing, probably.

But maybe I’m not doing this to offer anything to anyone.

So why am I even doing this?

Do I hope to find a new revenue stream?  NO.

Do I want a tonne of attention?  NO.

Do I love writing?  YES.

Do I think I’m any good at writing?  Um maybe sure… so I’ve been told by some people I really respect.  I tentatively believe them, somewhat.  But I also understand that it’s considerably more difficult to tell someone that you think their writing really sucks, to their face.

Do I want to get better at writing?  YES.

Being public with my writing puts me out there.  Now I’m subject to criticism.  This is a big step for me.  I want to become bolder with seeking criticism.

But why blog about travel, when I’m not giving practical advice?

I think I just want to find someone to relate my experiences to.  Most people around here (where I live) couldn’t really care less about the places we’ve visited.  But you know what?  It’s a big deal to me.  Traveling has made me really, really uncomfortable.  It’s brought out the worst in me, and has made me confront myself in new ways.  It’s caused Andrew and I to get to better know ourselves and each other.

Eons ago, when we were engaged, we were encouraged to have pre-martial counselling.  The idea behind this is to identify potential problems and address them before heading down the aisle.  This all went smoothly for us, no problems seemed to arise.  Many times we have felt like we’re the same person or something, we’re so ridiculously well-matched.  Someone once suggested to me that if everything was so easygoing for us, we didn’t have a real relationship — one of us must be faking it.  While I think that person’s full of shit — not every relationship is going to be filled with spectacular arguments — I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me.  Did our lack of arguments and disagreements indicate that our relationship was a fraud?

WELL!  Enter travel.  Thrown off schedule, jet-lagged, lost, hungry, and feeling really gross in general, and we did begin to find things to fight about.  And it’s been fantastic.  I highly recommend travel for couples to either grow closer or decide to break up.  I hope for your sake it draws you closer to your significant other, by the way.

That was a rabbit trail, my friends (or rather, friend — hi Lauren!).  I’m prone to rabbit trails.  Especially when I’m trying to figure myself out — which is exactly what this post is all about.

I’ve written about my hometown before.  I kept it mostly nice.  I will continue to do so, probably for always, because I feel like if you hate where you live, then you’re a tremendous idiot.  If you think it sucks so much, then get the heck out of there.  Jeepers.  *eye roll*  But I think I did convey the fact this place is kind of small, and kind of religious.  And with those two factors comes another fact — most people in small religious towns, if they’re happily married, will either 1) have a bunch of kids, or 2) not be able to have a bunch of kids and be understandably sad about it.  Therefore Andrew and I are automatically weirdos here because while we’re married and we’re really happy about that, we’re also enjoying being child-free.  Around here, that’s kind of… unique.  At least as far as we can tell in our experience.

(Side-note: I love my nieces and nephews, which also includes my friends’ amazing children, I feel like they enrich my life and are little magical pixies which leave me dazzled and stunned and exhausted and reeling. (Much like travel..?) So I’m not a child-hater, though I’m also not one of those people that ignores the adults and prefers the company of children.  Although I do see how it makes sense to pay more attention to the children in order to avoid awkward conversations with other adults — yeah, that I get.  You see how I go back and forth on this rabbit trail…)

ANYWAY.  My point is, Andrew and I love each other, we love our town, but make no mistake — we’re weirdos in this town.  I think we’re kind of weird anyway, and we match each other in our weirdness (I believe in that meme that states that you find your mate when you find the one whose weirdness matches yours.  I’m so lucky to have found mine.)  Most weirdos leave this place, by the way.  We are mild weirdos I guess, and also a tad introverted, so we’re content as things are, and so we stay.  We don’t need an entire town to understand us.  We’re good.  🙂

But this fact remains, as far as I can tell: everyone in this town, when they vacation, they go to resorts.  This is not a 100% blanket statement I’m sure.  But these are the things I hear when I reveal our upcoming travel plans to non-resort locations:

“Oh, are you going there on missions?”


I’m self-centred and not at all evangelistic.  This digs into theology, which I’ll leave to Andrew.  But I myself, no… I’m not an evangelist, nor have I ever understood that kind of thing.  Not even when I was a kid and theoretically part of a church with “evangelical” in the name.  I haven’t abandoned my faith, but things have changed, or rather, I have come to know myself better. Also, I have always known that I am not here to convince anyone to follow anything.  If anything, I like to try to understand people and then reflect them back to themselves.  That’s it.  If anything.  Also, I like saying “anything”.


It can be difficult to remember things from childhood.  As in, it was a very long time ago.  But weirdly, a memory hit me yesterday as I was walking.  When I was in third grade, I had this desire to connect with just one reader, someday far into the future — just one reader who would understand me.  This was before the advent of the internet, so my idea was to write a letter just about my life and thoughts, and leave it in a bottle somewhere outside, and maybe someday some other little girl would find my letter and read it and understand me a very little bit.

I never did write that letter.  But I remember having that idea, that thought, that desire.  I think this may have sparked the beginning of me wanting to write.  Not for profit, not for an audience, but just to put it out there.

And so, fast forward to adult me today.  With this blog.  It’s like my letter in a bottle to one person, just one person who will stumble across it and read it and understand me.

If you’re reading this… well, then this is for you.  You’re that person.

(Sooooooo… probably Lauren.)

While I’m on rabbit trails… and while I’m drinking really strong beer (the exquisite Le Temps Noir from Half Pints Brewing Co.) … I might as well confess right here and now that I was a fan of Lauren from the time we were… tweenagers?  Yeah girl, I knew who you were.  I knew your dad was the best principal ever.  And I knew you were his daughter with the super-awesome hair.  Your fabulous hair and eyes, they have always dazzled me.  YES.  This is how you can know I’ve been drinking.  But also… I remember seeing you at some kind of joint youth thing in Grunthal (that links to the Wikipedia page, which I have in the past found really inflammatory things written which I’m sure were taken down immediately…).  It was your hair that caught my eye… and then your huge doll-eyes.  You are a beaut.  WOW this beer is strong.  Also, I TOLD you I’d write you an ode on my blog.  Didn’t I?  Yeah, I’m pretty sure I did.

Thus concludes my longest, most rambly post ever.

Erin OUT.


2 responses to “Why This Blog? What Am I Looking For?

  1. First of all, I seriously did not know that you knew me before we knew each other. I had no idea! I remember the first time meeting you when Andrew brought you to our Unger gathering in the basement of Grandma’s building. I can’t say that I remember a first impression other than I thought “Wow. Andrew’s getting married.” And then I remember cousin Rachel and I telling Colin, “Colin, you can’t get married before us.” So, really, all your presence did was spur on the idea of not wanting to be a spinster for all my life. (Side note to share with all the internet: I’ve been having many many dreams of late about the person you thought I was going to marry when they came out here last year. What does it mean??)

    I would agree that I would never identify you as a “sweet” person BUT (it’s a big “but”) you do incredibly sweet, kind and generous things for those you love often. So, though you may not be “sweet” in the traditional sense, you have a very large heart for people you love. I see it especially more so now that you have an abundance of nieces and nephews. I can see the love and enjoyment you get from them. So, while we tend to get more jaded as we age, your mini family members are adding a whole new dimension to you that is doing the exact opposite.

    And, yes. You are a very good writer. I love (duh) to read your writing because knowing you at the same time makes it all come alive because I hear your voice in it as well. And, your writing is a different voice than the one I hear from speaking to you, my friend. Your blog has totally made me see another side to you that I would not have necessarily had the pleasure to know had it not been for this blog.

    I encourage you to seek out opportunities to work on your writing and continue doing it because you clearly love it!

    I hope so much that I am not the only reader! How can that possibly be? Surely your stats must show differently. But, even if I am, I take it as an honour to be able to read your posts. I wish more people would seek your blog out to enjoy. We should start a marketing campaign or something to make it go viral. 🙂

    I love you terribly, awfully, horribly much!


    • First of all, YOUR DREAMS! I have reason to be anticipatory and matchmakey all over again! This is exciting. 😀

      I feel like I mostly just act really confused about how to convey my fondness for the awesome people in my life. But I thank you for your kind words! You’ve really made my day. And it’s a Monday!

      Well, I will concede that other people do occasionally read this blog… but I’m not sure how many of them are clicking on it on purpose. Yay self-doubt!


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