It still felt surreal. This. Writing my first post. But yes, I found myself typing every single letter in the keyboard and every idea just keep on popping in my head. The feeling is inexplicable. Having this personal blog is like having my own child.
I always wanted to write. But never found the courage to do it. I want to write stories about finding love, a woman’s pain, heartaches and scars, those wonderful places I laid my eyes upon, living up your dreams and how life has been so good and just keeps getting better.
When you write, you create a story. Your story. On how you see things in your own perspective. It opens your soul and makes your spirit free. You inspire people by being true to yourself. Those experiences and adventures I made are very important to me and I want to relive those memories when I grow older. I am deeply hoping too that my future kids will read this someday and will awaken their inner wanderlust.
So this, this blog, is my own journal, a collection of stories, my stories, and the people whom I met in my journey and how they changed me, inspired me and fueled my passion in writing.
I followed my heart. I hope you’ll follow yours, too.
Live. Wander. Love.
Welcome to my world and hello, to you.