Me and My Big Ideas.

Thank you to everyone who piped in on my one (and hopefully only) political post yesterday. I have enjoyed reading people’s opinions, and I looked up–and investigated–every single link I was given. I feel more educated on the subject now than ever, and I’ve decided my choice must come down to what I value most in life…financial responsibility, or family matters. It seems like neither candidate will let me choose both.

Despite what many [or all] of you might think, I don’t write posts like that just to stir up a little bit of loco in people’s lives.

Oh, who am I kidding? Of course I do.

But I can almost swear never to get political again, on account of every time my phone rang yesterday, I answered it with great trepidation. I was just sure somebody with access to my number was going to really chew me out for going postal and signing up to be a Democrat (which I haven’t, but I don’t promise I won’t make any rash decisions).

Which brings me to the topic of today. Rash decisions.

The most monumental rash decision I ever made was to move to Canada after my first year at ASU didn’t go so well. It was monumental because it led me to meet Poor Kyle, and I can honestly say my life has never really been the same since. When I drove North to this country for the first time, and saw all the sights of Alberta, I had no idea the role this place would play in my future.

Here’s me, not yet 19 years old, in the midst of said trip. So oblivious to the fact that the bridge I was admiring would soon become a feat of architecture I’d see almost daily.

Another rash decision I made was to pack my bags and become a nanny in French-speaking Belgium. I thought I knew the language, but I knew nothing. It was one of my life’s most profound experiences, and I would not have changed it for anything.

I lived in a tower, and to get to my tower I had to climb this itty bitty winding staircase [which I soon discovered to be slippery when wearing socks]. I climbed it at least 10 times a day. There were 16 steps. It was the highlight of…well…it was just a highlight.

It was that voyage that taught me how to truly travel lightly, how to communicate with people in their home country, how to be independent…how to make it on my own. I was in Paris for a week…all by myself. On a “family” trip to Amsterdam, I woke up early one morning to see the Ann Frank House, and wandered through the streets with a map until I eventually got there. I did it. I have a huge sense of confidence (not indestructibility, just confidence) in myself because of all the opportunities I’ve had to see the world.

Oh, Paris. How I miss you.

And that brings me to my next topic: what if I had a travel blog, documenting all the places I’ve been or would like to go? Would you read it? Would that be boring? Would you groan at the thought of yet another blog you feel obligated to follow?

Hit me with your honest opinion–I can take it.

About Camille

I'm Camille. I have a butt-chin. I live in Canada. I was born in Arizona. I like Diet Dr. Pepper. Hello. You can find me on Twitter @archiveslives, Facebook at, instagram at ArchivesLives, and elsewhere.
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14 Responses to Me and My Big Ideas.

  1. Colepack says:

    If it was as quirky as this one, I would stalk it!

  2. Colepack says:

    I guess I just admitted I stalk your blog …… opps.

  3. HeatherPride says:

    Oh girl, you know I’ll still read ya wherever you land on the internets… I can’t believe you made it through your employment in Belgium without breaking your neck on that staircase. I could not be so coordinated. My French-speaking Belgium family would have had to transport me to the nearest ER in the first week. Kudos.

  4. Anonymous says:


    I, of course, would read it.

  5. lindser-lou says:

    yes i’d read it, but i’d probably go INSANE with jealousy.

    i’m shallow like that.

  6. RPH says:

    dont you ALREADY have a travel blog? that you never update?

  7. chelsie says:

    I would for sure read it. And hope that I got to be in some of your adventures.

  8. Cristin says:

    I don’t know…2 blogs is kind of a lot… I think. Really, why not do a travel blog and then incorporate parts of your daily life and what you think into it.

  9. Tessa says:

    I would totally read it!

  10. Chris and Andrea says:

    I think that a travel blog would be a fantastic idea. it is always nice to hear others toughts about travel Ü.

  11. RatalieNose says:

    I would LOVE LOVE LOVE it!!!!!!!

  12. Zach and Whitney says:

    I need you to start a travel blog. Camille this is no want… Its a need.

  13. Niki (Crum) Worthen says:

    well, first of all, i love to travel. well, mostly, i wish i could travel. if you’ve done a lot of it, then i want to hear about it!!!

    secondly, you’re one of my favorite blogs. it seems as tho one post a day from you isn’t enough, so if you had a second blog, and i could read new stuff TWO TIMES in ONE DAY, then it is a definite yes!!!

  14. angela hardison says:

    That staircase is beautiful, really.

    Travel blog? YES. So I can live vicariously through you and all the places you’ve been.

    p.s. For a few weeks, I thought I might be a Democrat. And then my sister-in-law Kathryn proved me wrong, so I changed my mind.

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