Posts Tagged ‘Relationships’

Traveling Around The World For Love

Wednesday, August 18th, 2010

Guest post by @kirsten_al


I owe some of my best travel experiences to men I’ve loved, lost and placed on pedestals of all shapes and sizes.  I’ve traveled to England, Colorado, Jamaica, Mexico and to a cornfield in rural Illinois in pursuit of men, to prove something to men or even to get over men.

In 2003, I took a road trip with my friend C to a music festival called Cornerstone. It was held truly in the middle of nowhere Illinois.  We went not just because of our love for music and camping.  We went because the men we were dating had taken road trips to music festivals every summer, purposely leaving us behind because it “wasn’t a girl’s thing”.  C and I attended Cornerstone in defiance to the “no girls allowed” rule we’d painfully endured for years.  That year’s music festival was filled with dirt, bugs, muddy water, sweat, unnamed roads and crappy food. I also heard the most amazing music and made some of the best memories of my life.  I owe that experience to the men who told us we weren’t allowed to ever have it.

In the same year, I fell in love with Colorado; and with an architect named B.  Summer romance turned into a long distance relationship and in the fall, I flew out twice to see him in Denver and Boulder.  We hiked a 14er – Mt. Bierstadt, indulged in a concert at Red Rocks, drank too many mojitos under the sparking lights of a city night and made out in the aisles of Tattered Cover.  B and I didn’t last through Christmas but my love of Colorado lives on to this day.  I owe that love to the architect who quoted my poetry handwritten on monogrammed stationary.

When I was in high school, I went on a number of humanitarian aid trips during my summer breaks.  Though I told every one I knew or loved I was going to Mexico and Jamaica purely to help people, the hard truth is that I was motivated by boys I had a crush on who were also signed up to go.  The trip to Mexico didn’t pan out romantically, but it did open my eyes to the poverty outside my four walls.  In Jamaica, I got really “lucky” and met E from Virginia.  E and I carried on a passionate affair via the postal system for years after that trip.  It’s because of E that when I think of Jamaica I still get warm fuzzies.

Mexico is also where I returned after my divorce last year, to drown my sorrows in sunsets, tequila sunrises and indulge in a passionate affair with a fellow traveler who showed me parts of Mexico I’d not even come close to experiencing as an innocent teenager!  I owe my current love of Mexico to a man who made me reexamine a place I’d previously written off, after a bad experience the first time around.

Perhaps my pattern of male-centric travel is hereditary!  If it wasn’t for my mother wanting to “stick it to” her husband, I might never have stood in front of Stonehenge.  It was in junior high that my mother pulled me out of school for two weeks gallivanting around England.  That first passport changed me forever and very firmly planted my feet in the shoes of a life-long traveler and adventurer.  I owe my trip across the pond to a man whose abuse pushed my mother to take drastic measures of escape.

I also may owe my love of travel to my mother.  She is an artist who sees the whole world as inspiration for her colorful canvases.  I cannot paint, but I do know my way around a camera.  It’s with the eye of a photographer that I continue to travel and have finally learned to do so not because of, or in spite of men; but because for me, to not travel is to not live.  Traveling is now my way of life and love is no longer defined only romantically.

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About Kirsten

Kirsten Alana is a photographer and travel writer currently in the Midwest who is planning a late 2010 move to the East or West coast. She always has a quote ready and waiting to share. She’s an avid Jane Austen fan, adventure & experience junkie, Francophile, passionate fan of Mexico, Apple and Canon geek, New Englander by birth and the daughter of an artist. Kirsten also loves to support charities and her current favorite is “Charity:Water”.

I Brought Home A Boy

Wednesday, May 5th, 2010

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When most people come back from abroad, they bring home souvenirs, receipts, admission tickets, a tan and maybe even an extra 10 pounds. I, on the other hand, brought home a boy. He lived in Queens before moving to Boston for work. I live in Brooklyn. We are both New Yorkers but we had to go half way around the world to find each other. Ironic.

Life before studying abroad in Shanghai consisted of school and work. Life after studying abroad consisted of more school and more work. Way to live, right? It wasn’t until I left the States and got my nose out of the books that realized there was more to life than these four walls. Living abroad was the first time I really had a life because as far as I could remember, life was always school and work.

The time I spent abroad was also the time I met my first and only boyfriend. If I hadn’t gone abroad, I’d probably be the only 20-something year old girl who never had a boyfriend. Sad but true and I would probably be too busy not having a life to care.

Traveling gave me a chance to live and it removed this filter I had over my eyes. I saw things clearer. I understood things better. I became happier. I felt livelier. I use to see the corner office as something to strive for but now, I see that I would only be settling. Aside from bringing home a boy from my travels, I also brought home a new me.

What have you brought back from abroad?

I Want A Diamond, Not A Rock

Saturday, December 5th, 2009

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I’m not high-maintenance. I have high standards. There’s a difference. They say diamonds are a girl’s best friend. I say diamonds can be anybody’s best friend. It shines. It glistens. It makes you glow. But I don’t want it on my fingers. I don’t want it on my wrists. I don’t want it on my neck and I don’t want them in my ears. I don’t even want them to be dripping all over me. I just want one. And I want it in my man.

We sometimes refer to the people closest to us as our rocks. They are stable, solid and strong. They pick us up when we fall. They support us when we are weak. They anchors us amidst our pains and confusions. But I don’t want anyone to be my rock for rocks eventually erode. I need someone to be the one who makes me shine, the one who makes me glisten and the one who makes me glow. I want someone to be my diamond because like they say, diamonds are forever.