It’s actually been over a month since I’ve written a blog post, but it took some time for me to adjust to life here in Australia. Changing time zones was a huge part of that, as well as getting back into my school routine and just soaking in all this new culture while being away from my family and friends.
Writing has become a part of me since starting this blog. It’s something I tend to look forward to – writing up my next post. My excitement exceeds that of a 5-year old in a candy store when I think of a new blog post that I find interesting to write. But that’s not the exact reason I write.
I write on this blog because it’s a way for me to connect with everyone out there; whoever happens to stumble on my tiny space of the Internet and reads what I have to say. I love getting comments that start discussions on a topic. I even love it when others can relate to my personal posts. So blogging is a way for me to connect with total strangers, and my family. Especially now that I’m in Australia for the year, they need to know what’s going on in my life.
More importantly, I’m able to grow as a person. By connecting with others I’m making new friends and learning to expand my knowledge and outlook on the world.
And that, is why I write.
In response to Tourist Trap on The Daily Post.
It’s pretty simple to just look up our ancestry nowadays. Just a few clicks of a button on some website, or have someone do it for you, and there you have it… your family tree.
I don’t know too much about my family history, but I do know that somewhere down that line on my dad’s side that my family comes from Scotland and somewhere from my mom’s side we hail from England. Either way you put it, we’re from the United Kingdom. European blood.
It’s one thing to know where you come from, but it’s different to really know the place you’re from… as in know the land. One thing that is on my bucket list is to visit both Scotland and England in the regions where my family comes from. I’ll have to do some research to find out exactly where though. I just have this passion to visit the land where my great-great-great (maybe throw another great in there) grandparents actually lived their lives. Though I won’t be able to see exactly what they saw, since I know hundreds of years makes a difference in the land, just being in the areas they lived would make me feel a little closer to them.
Whether I visit those places this summer or 20 years from now, I want to do it. I just want to have that sense of being in the land of where my family comes from. Heck, if I trace back far enough, I’m sure I’ll have other countries to visit at some point in my future.
As much as I love reading, I’d much rather experience these places I hear about.
Scotland and England are just the beginning.