If you’re reading this, you’ll know the name of this blog is “The Great Vacate.” I’m here to tell you the story of how the name came to be and how it almost wasn’t.
A few months ago I knew I wanted to start up a blog. I had one in college but I let it go soon after I graduated. I knew that this time around I wanted it to be better; the best that it could be. I enlisted a friend of mine that does web design and told her what I was wanting to do and asked if she could help me turn my idea into a reality. She said she could, so the brain storming began. I planned to do a general lifestyle blog and share the subjects that I was interested in- travel, style, cooking, and health. I had a name picked out, confirmed the domain was available, and we were ready to get started. I had no idea at the time that all those plans I had come up with were about to be replaced with something greater than I had imagined up until that moment.
It was a Sunday night, about a week after I had decided on a blog name and what my “vision” was, when things took a major turn. There was nothing monumental that happened that day, nothing to set it apart from any other. I had finished watching something on TV (I couldn’t tell you what) and got ready and climbed into bed. After a few moments of laying there, “The Great Vacate” popped into my head out of no where. I wasn’t thinking about the blog, or anything at all really, but I couldn’t get it out of my head. After a few minutes of tossing and turning I decided to get up (in my pitch black apartment) and walk over to my phone to search the name and see if it was even available; it was. I made my way back to bed and decided I needed to write this name down so that I remembered it in the morning. I started rummaging through my night stand (still pitch black) trying to find something to write on. After a few moments I came across a piece of paper, wrote the name down, left it on the night stand, and got back into bed. I spent the next two hours awake, my mind racing with ideas of what I could do with a blog with such a name.
Fast forward to Monday morning. I woke up and after doing the normal AM tasks, grabbed my laptop and note pad and headed out to get some coffee and research all the ideas I had accumulated from the night before. I had an idea of what I wanted to do but needed to look over some points to figure out if I could pull it off. After a couple hours of research, I knew that I wanted to move forward with my idea, with my solo trip.
As I walked home, I called my sister to tell her about my plan. She’s pretty use to me calling her up with my next “great idea” so I wasn’t sure of what her reaction would be. As it turned out, she thought it was one of my best ideas yet! After speaking with her I was feeling great. I knew this was something I wanted to do and I had the support of one of the most important people in my life.
Once I walked up stairs and sat my things down I noticed the piece of paper on my nightstand, (you didn’t think I forgot to tell you the main point of this story did ya)? I had completely forgotten that I had even written the name down since I had remembered it upon waking up. I walked over and picked up the sheet of paper to unfold it, not having a clue what it was. Once the sheet of paper was completely unfolded, I was shocked with what it was. It was a copy of the poem I read at my Grandma’s funeral earlier this year. My Grandma was (and will always be) one of the people I love most in this world. She was my very best friend and the person that I felt my truest self with. We frequently spoke about our unique bond and how in another life we were sure we were sisters, or at least the best of friends. She was my adventure seeking, positive thinking, bright light of a human that I looked up to in every way.
I spent time with my Grandma regularly, and we talked on the phone frequently. Anytime I would call and we would decide to make plans she would say, “What kind of mischief are we going to get into today?” My picking this piece of paper to write this specific bit of information on was every sign I needed. I know my Grandma, and I can tell you with absolutely certainty that this was her way of asking, “What kind of mischief are we going to get into?”
Well Grandma, I’ll tell you. Our mischief will consist of so many of our favorite things. There will be flying, long drives, walks through forests and up mountains. There will be many laughs, with new friends and old, and chocolate, lots of chocolate.
So for anyone that’s worried; worried about my solo travels and what obstacles I may face, I’m here to tell you, there’s no need. I’ll have my partner in mischief with me every step of the way.