How would you pick up on a supposedly abandoned project? Can you even? And what can you expect from it?
That’s what I’m experiencing with this blog. I never meant to simply abandon it, but regardless I did so.
For more than 4 years the last entry was “I’m home” and it felt like a good last entry for that time. My New Zealand journey came to an end and wasn’t the whole purpose of this blog to document some of those days of my traveling? Hence, a post about reaching home seems appropriate to stop writing.
4 years in a nutshell
Since then, 4 years have passed. Have I stayed home during those last 4 years? Certainly not. In fact, it feels like I’ve hit the road more than ever after my return. Not just factual, but metaphorical roads, too – certainly worthwhile to write about. So why didn’t I return to blogging? The first months in Germany I wasn’t willing to write anymore. I was fed up in some ways, which you can see even in 2012 when my frequency to write went downhill already.
Soon after that I’ve spent 3 months in South America. While this would have been a perfect moment for more writing, I refused. I wanted to travel with as few dependencies as possible. Blogging would have turned into a liability soon, I’m still sure. This was a journey I wanted to have for myself, Michael and Anastasia who came traveling together with me. For everybody else, there will remain just pictures and our stories we told.
And after that? That’s when the Munich years happened. A strange time of love and turmoil. My life hasn’t been so steady for a long time and yet so uncertain. I’ve learned what it means to be so much in love that your biggest fear becomes losing that love. I’ve learned what matters and where false trust can lead. I’ve made mistakes I’ve never made before and I stopped making mistakes I made for way too many years.
There would have been enough to write about. But most of that would have been too personal and even grim at times.
Traveling wise Thailand, Cuba, France and the German North east happened in the meantime but at this point my writing has been stopped for too long, already. It was already too late to just continue writing like nothing happened. That’s when the Elchzone finally began to slide into obscurity and to become a gem of the past that holds stories of some glorious days. Should I write somewhere else, instead? Well that never seemed right, either. Still, sometimes I wished I could come here sometimes and just start a new post
But why now in 2016?
Just because I redesigned the Elchzone blog again, doesn’t mean I will pick up on writing a lot. But I wanted to give myself the chance to do so, whenever I’ll feel like it. And right now I do, so let’s use that momentum of the moment.
Maybe it is my current location in Zurich, Switzerland that gives me a bit of motivation. Switzerland and Zurich are very beautiful places that not many people will get the chance to experience in such a depth and I’d like to share some of these.
While I don’t plan on creating an awful lot of new content, I see the Elchzone as a future witness of moments of my past. In 20 years to remember scenes of your past will be a tough endeavor. While pictures and the odd story will help, a few written pieces will add to the story. Also, what if future children might want to find out how their old man thought and lived when he was young? Besides, the upcoming years might become interesting again, but that will make for another story.