I feel like I have learned more in this 6-month period than any other period of my life… no exaggeration. Whether we are doing something new or the same ol’ thing in a new place, we are confronted by differences. As you can imagine, it is impossible to live with all this newness and not be touched by it.
Let’s face it, we’ve all either lived in or visited cities with problems. And Memphis is no different as it struggles with many challenges, but what is different is the city’s internal drive to be more. It’s in the Memphians’ DNA! In fact, while staying there, Claudio and I repeatedly said to one another, “This city just doesn’t quit trying to improve.”
Somehow, with all of the exhilaration swirling around our new adventure as travel bloggers / vloggers and the laser focus on our speedy entry into social media, I never really stopped to consider what it would actually mean to share myself publicly. My face. My body. Me. See, I would never described myself as beautiful. I would never referred to myself as cute. Truth be told, in my self-comparisons, I almost always come out wanting.
I was very very curious about West Virginia. To be honest, I didn’t know a thing about the state’s touristic sites. And to be even honest-er, my desire to visit the land where Montani Semper Liberi (Mountaineers Are Always Free) was merely out of curiosity: to validate an impression I had of West Virginia, based on absolutely nothing other than inferences I had gathered from my fellow New Englanders.