As you were going on these trips around the world, were you aware that you eventually wanted to write about them, or was that something you discovered afterward?
I would keep little journals throughout, but it felt so personal at the time and I didn’t really know what it was.
When I met my new husband and two children, I think a part of me knew it was over and wanted to write about it. Only at that point with it being over did I have the right perspective to understand that what I thought had just been a fun series of events, clearly had a big life lesson for me. Also, it had an ending. It had a place to go to as a story.
Plus I’m getting to the age where if I wrote it while I was in the middle of it, people would have said, “Oh dear God, you’re still doing this?” I do feel better that I was writing it from a more appropriate life point.