This post has been coming for a while, and you probably all knew it. Heck, you probably even knew it before I did.
And before you start scanning ahead like greedy little gossip-mongers, no, Scott and I have not broken up, or done something stupid like adopted an army of dogs (although now I’ve said that, I’m seriously considering it. The dogs thing, not the breakup). This post isn’t about relationships and the state of my life/health/sanity. Well, it kind of is, I guess.
But it’s mostly about you and me.
It’s about travel blogging and me, to be exact. Our relationship has become tempestuous at best, pressured and fraught at worst.
I’ve become totally disillusioned with it, something I already hinted at in my post about things I was scared to tell you. But still I persevered. I went through many changes, outwardly and inwardly on the blog, hoping that things would get better. They didn’t.