Memories are imperfect. I like it that way.
When I lived abroad in London from 2001 to 2004, attempting to experience each day as it came, while navigating a new world to me was a challenge. My job had its ups and downs and I was broke compared to my colleagues. This was the result of having started the job directly after full-time doctoral studies. Possessing a young person’s shortsighted view on saving money that would give a financial advisor nightmares did not help.
Regardless, my time in London gave me an opportunity to be a three-year tourist. I also made several trips throughout the other parts of the UK and the Continent. Trips back to America were also common. Throughout this period, it was clear that some documentation of my time was needed. But, it was also the time before smart phones. I honestly did not want to write about everything I did and who was involved. Photography was also a different animal with the need to lug around a separate device called a “camera.” Some of you may have heard of it.
Journals, In General
People are encouraged by experts to keep journals for everything from physical fitness, to cooking, to mental health, and the subject of this post: travel. The line of thinking is something like this: “If you get your thoughts down on paper you will have a better recollection, while also putting life’s events in perspective.” Or, “Writing about feelings will help you unburden your mind.” There are certainly more reasons given, but these two are prevalent.
Believing that memories are best when fluid, my photo collection is smaller than most. Even photos often mask the true feelings and emotions that individuals experience. This is especially true in this day of selfies and social media overload.
Additionally, and this is just me, isn’t it sometimes better to romanticize a memory, let it mature, and use the positive parts of it to influence future endeavors in a positive manner? And from a selfish standpoint, the thought of someone finding a journal of my ACTUAL feelings strikes fear in my heart. Worrying that my children, sibling, spouse, or others might stumble across my most sacred, private thoughts from any given day is a game of Russian Roulette that I am not equipped to play.
My “Travel” Writing
True travel writers are relied upon to make helpful suggestions, document experiences, and give an educated perspective to their readers. That is not my style of writing. Often using the hashtag #storytelling, my approach to words is more like that of a chef preparing a specialty dish. A basic structure is there, but the unique blend of ingredients, spices, and cooking techniques are what set the meal apart.
The truth does not need to be purposefully stretched, but reconstructing one’s past experiences is almost always subjective. This is what makes it so rewarding. One of my favorite books about the accuracy of memoirs is written by the late New York Times columnist, David Carr. It is titled The Night of the Gun: A reporter investigates the darkest story of his life. His own. [You can find it here: https://www.amazon.com/Night-Gun-reporter-investigates-darkest/dp/1416541535/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3VEVEVGPF1QYW&keywords=the+night+of+the+gun+by+david+carr&qid=1558984422&s=gateway&sprefix=the+night+of+the+gun%2Caps%2C121&sr=8–1 ] If memories of my travels and other topics can become relatable to readers, does it matter if they are 100 percent accurate?
Writing about travel, food, or whatever strikes my fancy has been incredibly satisfying. Those who know me are surprised how accurate the recollections are and have only rarely contacted me to point out slight errors, which are immediately corrected.
Other Opinions On Travel Journals
When I started writing this piece, I posted a short, unscientific poll of my fellow writers on Twitter. The question was whether they kept a travel journal and they were also asked to comment, if they were so inclined. The answers were almost equally divided between “Yes”, “No”, and “Sometimes,” with a slightly higher number of “Yes” replies. The comments were mixed and there was a consensus that people liked to record their travels in some way, but not necessarily a journal.
Across the Pond| Travel Blog (@pint_pound_pate) wrote: “Not a journal, per se, but we keep a running list of all the places we went, pubs we drank in, etc., so we can remember all the specific names after the trip is over!” [http://www.pintspoundsandpate.com ]
Christine|The Uncorked Librarian (@TheUncorkedLib) wrote: “I have a little notebook that I use to record quick notes.” [https://theuncorkedlibrarian.com ]
CarpediemEire (@carpediemeire) wrote: “I bought a journal and ended up writing nothing in it. But I make notes in my notes app on my phone, for little things that I may not remember. And I take photos of information everywhere.” [http://carpediemeire.com ]
Green Mochila (@GreenMochila) concurred: “Exactly the same (except we didn’t bother buying the journal in the 1st place). Our blog also acts as some kind of travel journal.” [http://greenmochila.wordpress.com ]
Elisa Perry (@thewannabegypsy) wrote: “I buy postcards from everywhere we travel. We’re going to eventually frame them and hang them on our travel wall” [http://www.thewannabegypsy.com ]
So, I DID once keep a travel journal for a short time during my time in London. Distinctly remembering self-editing my words, the journal has gathered dust since. The cover photo for this post is the actual journal, and I am about to open it for the first time in nearly ten years. Each of the two short journal samples below are followed by a short self-analysis about similarities and differences from my current memories.
Journal Versus Reality
First of all, it turns out my travel journal includes more visits from my American friends and family than I remember writing about. One friend’s visit I only vaguely remember happening. Here are two journal entries from my London days.
Journal Example 1:
From Dad’s Visit (17 Aug-23 Aug, 2002): “We had a great week and visited all of the popular London tourist stuff. I will try to list them: [very long list]…We also had a nice day trip to Cambridge. A beautiful place! We asked around, went to the Fitzwilliam Museum, and avoided the temptation of “Punting on the Cam,” much to the dismay of the vendors! The colleges are beautiful and the town was very quaint. We liked it…”
How I remember it: My Dad experiences major short term-memory loss due to a brain injury in the 1980’s. He repeated himself each day and did not remember even the smallest part of our daily walks to the Tube. He did, however, continuously repeat a bit of Cockney rhyming slang that was offensive when spoken at the volume he used. I had to remind him numerous times not to misuse the phrase. Additionally, he had trouble walking because he had not heeded my warnings to take some long strolls before journeying from Syracuse New York—a driving city—to London. Regardless, I was happy that he visited. And, we did see a lot of London.
Journal Example 2:
From: March 2002 Last Week—Spring Break!!: Rested, rested, rested! …Beautiful weather…Thursday (My B’Day)—went to Victoria and Albert Museum and Natural History Museum with Bronwyn…Proceeded alone to Hyde Park, Knightsbridge, Harrod’s, and Covent Garden…A short pilgrimage to Bar Soho…Dinner at Magdala—yum! Friday—Finally explored the Heath. It’s beautiful. Kenwood House is gorgeous. Many wooded areas and ponds.
How I Remember It: I felt quite alone during that Holiday week and tried to make the best of it. Most of my colleagues had journeyed to other places in Europe and beyond. The weather was indeed nice, but I really wished I had the money and the opportunity to go away. I missed friends from home and distinctly remember being sad on my birthday, but trying to put it to the back of my mind as much as possible.
Are Travel Journals Accurate?
Skimming through the rest of the journal, there are three entries that are accurate not only to the facts, but also to my state of mind. Not coincidentally, and in keeping with my point, those entries were truly good travel adventures where there was no need to self-edit my own journal entry in order to glamorize. It is also extremely telling that some of my most remarkably powerful memories are completely left out of the tiny travel tabloid.
Since skimming through this journal, it reinforces my belief that memories are not as consistent or even factual as we think they are. We can self-edit in writing just as much as we do when we refer to our memories verbally.
For someone looking to keep a fact-based, step-by-step account of their travels, keeping a journal makes a heck of a lot of sense. However, it is my contention that while recounting travel, food, relationships, or even life’s trials and tribulations, memories evolve as the person evolves…and that is something to cherish.
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