200 Days in Beijing. And Shanghai. And San Francisco. And Healdsburg. And Johor Bahru. And Kuala Lumpur . And Sinagpore.
It should be day 200 in Beijing for me.
It is not.
I’m in Kuala Lumpur.
Little did I think when I started this blog that I’d even be doing a daily blog that would take me all the places I’ve been to as of today.
A bit of history: I used to have a blog, a few years ago, where I posted things about my views on life, love and therapy. I decided that it probably wasn’t the best thing to do since I wasn’t sure I wanted my personal life out there.
However, when I started getting ready to move to Beijing, I decided to do a 14 day countdown for my friends and family that wanted to keep in touch.
When I arrived here I found that I enjoyed it so much I’d attempt to do a blog post for each and every single day of my 3 year contract at my job.
I may stay longer than 3 years but that was my minimum and that is where I wanted to start.
I’m now at 200 days and surprised at how easy it has been to think of something new, and different, each day.
There have been a few tough times where I felt I was losing steam but I asked my readers to give me suggestions and it brought me back to life.
I would like my readers to comment more and tell me what they like and what they want to know as that does excite me and I have more of an idea that people are actually reading my blog. I would like to think people are reading it and enjoying it but I won’t know unless they tell me.
So, I appreciate, deeply, everyone that writes to me and comments.
It honestly makes me smile each time.
In honor of that, I think Steve Johnson needs a shout out, as we say in the states.
Steve is an old high school friend of mine and has been a one man cheer team for me and my blog. I think he has “liked” every single post and commented on most of them.
Steve, thank you. I’m honored and humbled to be your friend and someone that you feel deserves being read.
And, since this blog is mostly about life, love and the pursuit of travel, ending with a thank you to Steve, while visiting Malaysia with Jill, and then living in the same apartment complex as my older brother Robert and his wife and new born son in Beijing, China, while conversing with my family and friends all over the world, do I realize that, in the end,
I am home.
