The beginning.

Up to this point in my life (which, obviously, is not long enough to mean much, yet) I can attribute four things to my creativity:

1) My darling, devious little sister. My viewing of her triumphs (and shortcomings), as well as her never-ending personal "f-you" to the societal norm has shaped my idea of what it means to be yourself.

2) The similarities and differences I have experienced in going from living in a big, roaring city to a quiet college town. This includes the people I have crossed paths with in both situations.

3) My fiance. Say what you will, but this exceptional a**hole of a best friend has taught me a whole lot about self-expression and acceptance in a shorter time than most people I have been influenced by my entire life.

4) My ability to get things out of my head and on to paper...or blogs.

Writing is one of those things that makes me more than just a person. When I sit down to write or type my daily events, past or future, I am instantly soothed by the clean lines and certainty of the checklist. When I am penning a note to a friend, the mere act of putting words together into sweet or entertaining sentences makes me feel like I have the infinite ability to love and be loved.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I really like to write. In fact, most of the time, I like watching and listening to people, and writing down my thoughts, more than I like the actual interaction. That's probably a really terrible thing. But if I'm crazy, then reading what I have to say should be all the more fun for you. Aren't we all a little curious now and then about how the "other people" see things? If not about that, then about the world around us in general? What is out there and how is it experienced by people, everyday?


Ultimately, I wish to experience those experiences. Be among those people in their mini-vans or mountain huts...Beijing, Sydney, Iowa, Nepal...

this is where I write about it all. This is my project.