Why I Stopped Writing About Travel — and Why I’m Back
For a long time, writing was how I made sense of travel. Not lists. Not checkmarks. Writing. Then, somewhere along the way, I stopped. I didn’t stop traveling — quite the opposite. I kept moving, organizing, planning, leading. But the part where I sat down to observe, question, and put things into words quietly disappeared. This is me coming back to it.
Around 2018, travel slowly shifted from something I wrote about to something I managed.

Group trips, itineraries, flights, expectations, people — all of it takes space. Mental space. Emotional space. And while it was rewarding in many ways, it left very little room for reflection.

Travel became something I handled, not something I processed.
I missed writing without a goal. Not to sell. Not to convince. Not to “optimize.”
I missed noticing the small things — how places feel after the novelty fades, how people change when routines disappear, how much context matters when we talk about destinations.

Those things don’t fit neatly into schedules. They need time. And silence.
Let Me Fly Girls started long before trips and calendars. It started with writing — and that’s what I’m returning to.

This blog isn’t about ticking off countries or chasing highlights. It’s about travel as it’s actually lived: with nuance, friction, beauty, and a lot of things that don’t make it into guides.

I’ll still share practical advice — routes, timing, mistakes — because those things matter.

But the writing comes first.
If you’re here to read slowly, you’re in the right place.
If you’re here looking for certainty, I probably won’t give you that.
But I will give you context, honesty, and things I’ve learned the long way.
You can start anywhere. Or right here.