Hi all. I’m letting you know right off the bat that this is the first time I’m actually writing my own blog, I don’t really read blogs and I don’t know what they’re supposed to be like.
What are you going to be blogging about?
Well I’m going to be blogging about my upcoming year-long trip to Australia. Now when I say “upcoming”, I mean that the thought of going there has crossed my mind more than once, but I haven’t made any actual plans yet. I do have some €€€ saved up but I haven’t met up with a travel agent, I haven’t applied for a visa, I haven’t decided when I’m leaving (sometime in the spring of 2017) but what I do have is a burning desire to leave Finland behind and I have the chance to do it.
I am going to write about the planning process as well as soon as I actually start the planning. My mental health has finally gotten to that point I have to do something or I might as well just give up. This is either going to be the best thing I ever do, or it’ll be the worst and I’m a little scared of what will happen if this turns out to be the worst thing I ever do.
Have you ever traveled before?
Yes. Here’s the thing; I have been to Australia before. I’ve been to New Zealand before. In fact I traveled around the world a few years back. I’ve been to London a few times and to Dublin a few times more, most recently just last August. I’ve road tripped the US coast to coast twice, I’ve walked along the Sunset Strip in Los Angeles, partied in New Orleans during Mardi Gras and had a hot dog in New York. I’ve seen the Symphony of Lights at Victoria Harbour in Hong Kong and driven a moped alongside the beaches of Rarotonga, Cook Islands. Some places I’ve stayed in for several months and in others only a couple of days. I won’t be writing about those trips tho but I am not a rookie at traveling.
So why the blog?
Wellll because after my last long trip I came home with a moderate depression and I’ve had a really rough time since then. Everything came crashing down all at once and there were a lot of days when I just wanted to say fuck it and go get hit by a bus. I couldn’t care less about anything or anyone, but I have gotten better. Not good, but better, and I am slowly getting interested in things again; one of the things being traveling. Oh and also I’m blogging because this time I won’t be having a friend with me and because I suuuuck at writing an actual diary. I’m super shy around people and I am going to struggle with the new people I’m going to meet but I still want to try and document my experiences. Maybe even inspire other people like me.
So, not only is this going to be a “travel blog” but I am going to be writing about how I manage with stuff like depression, social anxiety, being shy, being introverted etc. while traveling. I also like to dress in all black, dye my hair in different colors and I have multiple piercings. I’m very sarcastic, roll my eyes a lot and I don’t trust people easily so on top of everything I have this wonderful personality to deal with ❤
It just so happens that English is not my first language so not only will I have to deal with those things, I’ll have to deal with them in another language. I’m not outgoing, and I’m the kind of person who’d much rather go to a museum than to the beach. I do like the beach tho but my body looks more like it belongs in the ocean rather than on the beach. I’ll wear jeans and a hoodie (okay, maybe a t-shirt) when I go “clubbing” (=standing near the exit while singing along to the songs but not actually dancing) and I haven’t worn heels since… Well, ever. Also on a sidenote; I’m deathly afraid of spiders soo yeah, I’ll have to worry about those things as well.
So why is your blog named “I don’t do small talk?”
Because I don’t. At all. I hate it, I don’t know how to do it, I don’t see the point of it and if you ask me how I’m doing, expect a lengthy story told in great detail to follow but only if I know you. I HATE “what’s up?” and “how are you?” because I honestly don’t know how I’m doing; “fine” seems too fake, “not good” would inspire further questions and I don’t know how many details you want about my life. I’ll ask you how you’re doing only if I genuinely care. “How are you?” is only asked in Finland if you really care and want to know the answer, plus nobody talks about the weather since we all have eyes and can see it for ourselves. Finnish people just don’t talk to strangers.
During my previous travels SOOO MANY people have asked me why I’m so quiet or if I’m angry with them. No. I’m quiet because I don’t have anything to say. I’m not mad, I just don’t have anything to say. I’m aware I might seem rude but I JUST DON’T HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY. Silence isn’t considered all that rude or awkward here and it’s perfectly okay to not talk for a while when hanging out with friends. I’m not being rude on purpose, my culture just doesn’t have small talk and I will talk when I have something to say.
Having said that, I DO enjoy talking to people if the topic is interesting but meaningless small talk just isn’t my thing.
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Well anywayyys as I said; I don’t have any definite plans yet. All I know is that I’ll be going to Australia (Melbourne to be exact) on a working holiday visa, so among the other thousand things I have to worry about I also have to worry about getting a job and maybe even a place to live. With other people.