Wow.

I am terrible at updating this blog.

I apologize, friend.

Taking this website too seriously has led to its temporary demise.  The more criticizing and meticulous I am about my writing, the less I publish.  To be frank, I have a smorgasbord of article drafts written, just without the confidence to publish them.  I am terrified of the permanence of the Web.  Nothing is meant to last forever, although, that statement is proven erroneous in the Digital Age.  Nonetheless, I will strive to write and publish at least one article a week.  Anything more will be a bonus.  Be prepared for some egregious outlines; some unfiltered language; please don’t eviscerate me in the comments.  If I love to write, then write I shall!  This blog was designed for the public, when all along, the stories were my own.

Update 12/4/16

I am now in Milan, couch surfing with a friend that I met in Istanbul.  As early as last night, the plan had been to head south to Selçuk, Turkey on the overnight bus, but a problem loomed large: my bus left an hour earlier than expected, leaving me at the bus station dumbfounded and slightly buzzed.  Fate works in mysterious ways, such as bringing me to Milan to reacquaint myself with a new friend.  After the catastrophe at the bus station, I called my friend at the hostel and he secured me a place to sleep for the night.  If you ever go to Istanbul, I highly recommend Hostel Big Apple (http://hostelbigapple.com).  You’ll book with one of two owners, either Aslan or Dan.  Both are the homies, for real – mind my colloquial American speech.  Tell them Christian recommended this place, and a conversation will inevitably (hopefully) materialize.  Anyways, I return to the hostel and am greeted with expressions of mass confusion.  I had dramatized a grand goodbye, which made explaining my mishap all the more embarrassing.  Nonetheless, the friendly atmosphere of the hostel welcomed me back for the night.  For hours, I was lost as to where I should go.  Should I continue on the path already planned, or diverge to new pavements?  I had a friend that was willing to travel to Olympos on the Southwestern Coast of Turkey, mainly because I had relentlessly talked about it throughout El Clasico.  I was tempted to go, but temptations do not necessarily transpire.  Instead, I booked a ticket to Milan at 4AM.  Here I am now, awake at 3:06AM, stroking Rufio’s fur.  As a warranted disclosure, Rufio is my friend’s cat.  I believe I have a plan now, but I will keep it secured in my mind and notebook until I act on it.  I will be in Milan for only a day until I travel North.  The plan for tomorrow is to attend a festival outside of Milan, one that was disclosed to me over gooey pizza and creamy risotto tonight.  Don’t get me started on Italian food.  It is my new passion, my everything, reinvigorating memories of Grandma’s house when I was little.

Anyways, I just wanted to update this blog since it has been over a month since I published a post.  As informal as this post is, this format will be seen again in the future.  As I stated in the first article that I wrote (https://theblueofdistance.com/2016/07/27/preparing-for-a-life-of-travel/), this website will and does consist of an eclectic mix of writing.  Buckle up and prepare for the joy ride.