We thoroughly enjoy perusing Pictory’s monthly photo diaries so we were thrilled to come across the latest. For us, Something to Write Home About awoke memories of the exciting freedom & discovery of travel and the pure joy of falling head over heels in love with a place….maybe even deeply enough to make it ‘home’.
“Gorgeous views collected from exotic corners of the earth are a bonus, but this theme is about something much more basic. Delight. It can happen anywhere under circumstances much more mundane than flying a helicopter without doors, watching a glacier float by, or dancing with fireworks. The trick is to notice it’s there. And better yet, make it real by sharing it.”
You should certainly check out the full showcase HERE, (as well as the many wonderful themes from previous months) but until then, we’ve compiled for you a little taste…
I have discovered how to love a city. In Damascus, I have found a gentle and bright people. I have found warm kitchens and welcoming tea shops. I have found colorful art and comforting music. I have found a complicated history and an even more complicated future. I would do anything to return. (By the way, I told you I was traveling alone, but I was with Ross. I discovered him here, too.)
Dear Professor Arbulu,
I have discovered the true meaning of the Chinese proverb “learning is like rowing upstream: not to advance is to drop back.” This schoolhouse in the middle of Lake Titicaca is a reminder that education is about enchantment, understanding, and can happen anywhere. Thank you for teaching me to dare to wander, to never stop learning, and to live my best possible life.
I think I found a new one. It’s more beautiful and inspiring then I could have even imagined. Everyday you can see the awe in our eyes, waking up knowing the mountains are to our west, and the incredible city to our east. When I say ‘our’ I mean us, meaning I found a group that I can call Us. Just a bunch of misfits that have fallen in love with the same place. Home, I hope this doesn’t make you sad, or angry, or think that I’ve moved on and I’m never coming back. I’m not saying that you’re not Home to me anymore, it’s just that, now I have two.
Dear future daughter,
I have discovered a beautiful place where I want you to grow up. That’s why I decided to leave France. It’s a small city (compared to some others I visited), a city where I feel good, where people are friendly, where the weather is not warm and not cold. It’s a city with great parks where you can walk, climb, run, and a cosmopolitan city where people don’t judge you on your differences or appearances. Dear future daughter, I hope you will love it like I love it.
Dear Mom and Dad,
You know how I always said I wanted to be a cowgirl? Well, it turns out I haven’t grown out of it quite yet. I have discovered the beauty of “the west,” and I’m quite ready to stay. We spent the other night at the rodeo, and it felt like the life I could have had, the life I still want to have, and the life I want my kids to have. Wish me luck?
I’ve discovered that I feel at home here. It’s not where you want me to be. I’ll always miss you.